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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, same goes with lots of other stuff.


See, the point of loving someone, is wanting the best for that person. When you're in love, you only want that person to be happy, no matter what. You want to share your happiness with him or she cause seeing them happy makes you happy and that makes the other person happy and so it's a perfect cycle and blah everyone's happily ever after. But when you truly love someone, you don't try to separate her/him from the one's he/she also loves. Jealousy only makes everything complicated. As for me, I have to say I'm a deeply jealous person, but I have such power of will that I just shut it.
I shut it all for myself.


I'm jealous of my boyfriend.
I'm jealous of my friends.
I'm jealous of my pet (she has a special love I didn't had when I was little).


I'm jealous of my mom. Yes, also with her. Cause I personally hate when a guy's trynna get in the middle of us but she's so blind she can't see it. And I'm jealous. I am fucking jealous. You don't go around saying something to the other person so that you're still together, you just have to work it out, TOGETHER. That's what relationships are all about. Communication. If you don't have that bond, then you have nothing.


And for me, all i have to say is that someday this whole "let's work it out" thing is gonna drive crazy and i'm hating them everyday a little bit more. I just can't stand it. It's driving me nuts and i'll be gone someday. And they'll miss me, but it'll be way too late. And i'm not even sorry. He should be. She should be.

Kill 'em all. Then kill yourself.

jueves, 28 de mayo de 2015
I'm sure many of us are the product of our parents' catharsis.



It's disgusting, Isn't it?


The fact that they gave you the life you're living. And they make you feel like shit almost every day. Saying all those awful things. Hurting your emotions. Not knowing how our minds can get disturbed by just one little detail.


Getting depressed, having anxiety or eating disorders to get their attention, just a little bit worry about you. Or maybe not, maybe is just the depression or any other mental illness cause their words make you hate yourself already enough.


Self harming your own body inside and outside cause it doesn't feel worth enough anymore.


You wish you were death. Or even worst: you wish you weren't even born.


Cause the world's a piece of shit with shitty people and they're full of shit and shit's all over your life.


Should i burn them all?

Or should i just kill myself? 







♥ I was enchanted to meet you ♥

miércoles, 20 de mayo de 2015
I'm sorry for the tears.
I'm sorry for the screams.
I'm sorry for everything i put you through.
I only wanted for you to love me. I need love.
You put me into this fucked up world.
Why doing such a bullshit?
Why are you so mean?
Is it that i'm not as pretty as you wanted me to be?
Am i not as smart as you wished your child would be?


Well, i'm sorry. I've never asked for any of this.
I never wanted to be born. I wish i was dead.
But there are some few people who tell me i should stay here.
They say good things will happen. I hope they're right.
I just can't stand it anymore. I need some better.
Why can't you make me feel worth it? Why can't you love me? 
I need for you to love me.
I need to know why you're like this to me.



I need to be closer to those people cause
they're the only ones by my side.



They're the only ones who make me feel worth it.