La Biblioteca

Entrar allí fue como dejar parte de la carga que llevaba sobre mis hombros arriba de uno de los estantes de madera de caoba recién barnizada.

Incapacidad de Observación.

Caí en la cuenta entonces de qué poco uso le damos a nuestra capacidad de observación. Solía ensimismarme tanto que todo lo demás pasaba a ser secundario, ignorando cosas que podrían haber resultado de algún valor.

Hurts like Hell

When you open up your mind and heart to someone.

And that person just ignores what you are saying and pretends you never said a word.

Just for the record, it hurts like hell.

Astronaut

I don't want to feel like this anymore.

Can't Even Think Straight

Not again. The last couple of entrances are all about the same bloody thing, and it's not that i'm repetitive... it's that they keep on saying those words. Destructive. Negative.

Wish I didn't care... wish I didn't fucking care.

Sometimes I really feel like asking if they would still love me if I were gay. I don't want to know the answer.

It would hurt too much.

I'd love them to watch "Prayers For Bobby". Maybe THAT would make them understand how sad and horrible it is when people don't accept you for who you are.

Damn.

I don't believe in God, but if there is:

- Let people accept me for who I am or let me stop caring about it.

Hello, This Is You Speaking.

I'd be really happy to spend a week all by myself in some place nice and quiet. Why? Well, to get to know myself better. It wouldn't be an "Into the Wild" experience, but it would help me rediscover a few things about me I might have forgotten.

Infeliz.

Esos instantes en que me considero una completa asesina internamente.

Segundos en que comprendo que guardo tanto rencor en mí que acabará causando daño de una manera u otra.

Momentos en que recuerdo que jamás me permitiré lastimar a alguien más que a mi misma.

Horas en que reconozco que sigo siendo la misma infeliz.