Odiaba mirarme en aquel espejo pero lo hice. Ví depresión y derrota. Unas bolsas oscuras debajo de mis ojos. Ojitos cobardes, los ojos de un roedor atrapado por un jodido gato. Tenía la carne floja, parecía como si le disgustara ser parte de mí.
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posted : lunes, 21 de abril de 2014
title : i should be
i should be sleeping, maybe i should be dreaming about anything. Im kinda tired of the school, but u know its the last year and i just keep going on with all the problems in my head and trying to sleep sometimes, trying to dream. I have so many problems, to the future, for life, like im an asexual, i think im probably im an asexual girl or the thing that im just so weird. Gabriel García Márquez died the last thursday and i cannot feel more sad. He was a writer from my country and he was one of my heroes of this country (here theres no heros), i have cried a lot because he (even if he doesnt help this fucked up country) was one of my idols and i always wanted to be like him, now, im reading Love and other demons, im really re-reading this book because of his death. And thats all about my week, oh, no. I have seen again 500 days of summer and still hate Summer, i dont know why, i hate summer, shes so bitchy, nope, not bitchy hes kinda of cruel.
And tbh, i dont have to say anything more, this is my bitacore (idk if this is well) and i should read this when i'll be sitting on chair in a bored class in the university (probably university doesnt be bored like school) so this is all guys, bye, or bye me of the future. pazxx (xxxxxxxxxx like the xx ) |
Hola, Soy Paz, es mi nombre no un adejtivo. Soy tímida, torpe, muy culta, y solitaria (un cliché). Gorda, apática y fan de la lectura. Me gusta Los Smiths, Los Beatles, Muse y Paramore principalmente, pero soy una obsesa de la música, en fin, soy demasiado aburrida.
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