martes, 28 de febrero de 2012

Romeos



This is what I call a magnificent movie.
<3 Loved it.

I Thank Myself

I've been looking for something for so long... not really knowing what I was looking for until I found it.
I thank myself for not giving up on me. For knowing I deserved better, even when nobody knew how I felt.
Sometimes, when you feel completely lost, you just need to stay still for a while. Breathe. Watch. Learn. Get things straight. Slowly, it will all start making sense.

You'll realize there's no reason to believe you're messed up.

You'll realize just how simple you are.

Because, in your own way, you are perfect.
You are fucking perfect.

Nothing but Me

From this moment on, I promise to be nothing but what I want to be.
Promise to make up my mind and get it right. Things will change. I'll make them change.
Sometimes all we need is a little push in the right direction.
It won't be easy. I will let people down and they will disappoint me as well. But life isn't fair, and I wasn't born to please everyone else and be miserable for the rest of my life.

From this moment on, I will be nothing but ME.

lunes, 27 de febrero de 2012

Hiding



Let me hide from the world just for a little longer.
Let me hide from myself to forget I'm growing colder.
Let me hide from pain so I can be a little stronger.
Let me hide from my brain to forget this works no longer.

TV Shows / Series: Comedy


Friends (Classic yet awesome.)


The Big Bang Theory (Original and Smart. Sheldon Cooper is The Master.)


2 Broke Girls (The rich and the poor. Good girl/bad girl. MUST SEE)

Ever Get Tired Of...

-Don't you ever get tired of being arrogant?

>Don't you ever get tired of breathing?

Drama Movies

-Have you seen any good drama movie lately?

>What for? If I wanted to cry, I could always just take a look at my life.

That's Me

-So, what's new?

>Not much... You know, still lonely, still miserable...

-Still you.

>Yeah.

viernes, 17 de febrero de 2012

Esperar

Todo lo que escribo suena estúpido. Hasta lo que siento es tonto.

No puedo esperar que los demás me comprendan cuando ni siquiera yo misma puedo descifrar quién soy.
No puedo esperar que crean en mí si soy yo quien más desconfía.
No puedo esperar que me acepten como soy si temo mostrar mi verdadero yo.

sábado, 11 de febrero de 2012

She Gave Me Hope

And maybe now the only thing that is keeping me away from you is distance. It would be meaningless trying to reach you right now.
But darling, you've just done the worst thing you could ever do.
You gave a lost woman hope.
Hope which was nowhere to be found has suddenly reappeared and I'm worried I won't be able to face disappointment.

Autoconvicción Sentimental

Tengo una facilidad impresionante para autogenerar sentimientos. Logro convencerme de que deseo, amo, odio, aborrezco a alguien con una simpleza extraña pero real. Me pregunto por qué.
Y, sobre todo, me pregunto por qué busco desarrollar los sentimientos equivocados una y otra vez.
Testaruda.

Que llueva

Necesito construir una nueva realidad en mi mente y vivir a partir de ella o voy a dejar de vivir completa y definitivamente.
Quiero encontrar una motivación suficiente como para seguir existiendo.


Ojalá llueva inspiración para un artista frustado.
Ojalá llueva vida para reanimar este cadáver.

Fallas de Fábrica

Una falla más para agregar a la lista.
¿Cómo puedo estar tan jodida?
Depresión, bipolaridad, cuestionamientos sexuales diarios, desmotivación, desencanto, soledad.

Los problemas no se van por arte de magia, pero creo que pesarían mucho menos si a alguien le importase lo que sucede con este estúpido individuo.

domingo, 5 de febrero de 2012

The Weakness

I'm the kind of person who pretends to be strong and everything. You know, not crying, laughing when something hurts just to hide how I truly feel.
Maybe those things once fooled me.
But they don't anymore. They don't, and I'm stuck drowning in my own misery. Thinking about how nice it would be to find someone that could see through this stupid mask. Someone that says "it's alright".
I don't think I can handle the weight on my shoulders for too long.
I used to be alone but not lonely. Now emptiness and loneliness have turned into giant ghosts and it's driving me mad.

I seriously need to find a way to solve this, or I might freak out completely.


Just saying.

Confessions Of A Sad, Pathetic Girl

Thinking out loud:

Funny thing is, I totally know why I'm not over you.
And it's so damn pathetic.
I'm so pathetic.

I'm not going to say I didn't like you, because I definitely did, but I don't feel that way anymore.
The only reason why I still think about you now and again is that I just don't have anyone else to think of.
It's sad. Holding on to something just because you know that's all you'll get.

I'm not tired of love. I'm just tired of being the only one who it seems to run away from. Not one single person actually liked me.
And some people wonder why do I have such a low self-esteem. Well, there's your answer. Because nobody will ever look at me.
I'm old enough to know that when people stare at me, they don't really SEE me. They talk to me, get what they want from me and then it's just "it was nice meeting you girl, bye".

So sick of it.
So sick of not being taken seriously.
So sick of not being loved.


Love Drunk


I used to be love drunk but now I'm hungover,
I love you forever, forever is over.


Boys Like Girls - Love Drunk