I wanna scream it to the world.

martes, 6 de septiembre de 2016
Golden hair is becoming white lines. They say it means something like waise. His eyes look at me so deep I think he can even see my soul. Every time his eyes stare into mine he can reads my mind, is like he knew. Is a secret but everyone knows about it, they all just keep it quite. They see us, they...

Take the advice.

jueves, 23 de junio de 2016
Last year it wouldn't even had crossed my mind that my life would be like this today.I've been -almost- at this point only once in my life before, but back then I still had a few people in my life that tried to stop me from being myself. Not this time, not for me. I've decided that this is my moment,...

We are women. We are strong.

viernes, 2 de octubre de 2015
"Don't say curse words, is not okay on girls". " Why do you dress up like a boy? Wear a dress, be more girly". "You girls are all the same, so hysterical".  Those are some of the many things I've heard in my short life from different people. To not say curse words cause it doesn't...

Queen B.

sábado, 5 de septiembre de 2015
I met a girl this week. She's so beautiful. She's so tall and skinny and annoying tho. She drives me crazy. She makes me tired everytime I spend time with her. She makes me sweat all the time. She makes me feel hot. She makes me feel I have control of myself. She reminds me this is going to work out....

I'm the girl.

miércoles, 5 de agosto de 2015
Everytime I meet someone new, they tend to judge me because of my age and the way I am. People mostly thinks or says "grow up, act your age" but where's the manual book that says how we should act according to our age? What is the real growing up thing?A few months ago my mom was talking on the phone...

i'm only me when i'm with you

lunes, 20 de julio de 2015
According with society, today is what everyone calls "Friend's Day" and I'm here, just typing this stuff cause I'm lonely as hell. Never felt like i had true friends. Of course everyone considerate me their friend but for me, i must say that true friends, as in today, i have only two. I can...

They're here.

viernes, 17 de julio de 2015
My spirit's broken and my soul is weak. I'm dead inside but my heart still beats. Every heartbeat feels like a detonating bomb. I could explode any minute. One minute everything's shining and sparkling. You have the best time of your life and nothing or no one can't kill that happiness....

Don't get too attached.

lunes, 13 de julio de 2015
Don't come any closer she said. But he didn't listen. He wasn't paying attention to what was going to happen if he get too attached. She had all her weapons ready. She was always ready. She'd be a fool if her soul get bloody because of a human like him. One step. You don't know what...

Never trust a good liar.

miércoles, 8 de julio de 2015
One lie, one step closer to her. Another lie, one step away from me. Enough lies, I'm out. You know? I've always believed that when you're sad as hell, if you go around screaming it to the whole world, then you're not as sad as you might say, you only want the attention. Well,...

Okay.

viernes, 12 de junio de 2015
Remember all those nights laughing till fall asleep and dreaming about the future? Remember how we used to support each other and promised we were gonna enjoy the life we wanted to have? It's all gone now. We took separated ways. You wanted to draw your own path, without me. So...

♥ I'm in love and always will be ♥

martes, 9 de junio de 2015
Everyday when i wake up, i look at her and i'm proud of watching that girl being so strong. She gets outta bed and washes her face. She hates herself. She wants to escape the life she was given. Sometimes she wishes she was dead, she needs another reality but hers. Or maybe she doesn't want...

Don't come any closer.

jueves, 4 de junio de 2015
It shouldn't be like this. Not this way. The rain should clean be but I'm dirty and messy as fuck. I thought that could be the drop that fix me, that kept me safe till I get finally clean. And for months I started getting the dust out of my soul. But as usual, it didn't last that long. Seventy...

Screaming. Crying. Perfect storms. Then repeat.

sábado, 30 de mayo de 2015
I really hate it when things get repeated and repeated and repeated over and over and over and one more time again and again. It's frustrating. It hurts. You can feel the pain rushing through your veins. You have no more blood inside your heart and little by little you keep on losing your soul...