In Nowhereland.

Love is louder than self-harm.

jueves, 21 de marzo de 2013

Te odio.

Odio esto. Lo odio.

lunes, 11 de marzo de 2013

Where will you go?


You're too important for anyone. You play the role of all you long to be. But I, I know who you really are. You're the one who cries when you're alone

But where will you go, with no one left to save you from yourself. You can't escape.

You think that I can't see right through your eyes, scared to death to face reality. No one seems to hear your hidden cries, you're left to face yourself alone.

But where will you go, with no one left to save you from yourself. You can't escape the truth. I realize you're afraid, but you can't abandon everyone. You can't escape. You don't want to escape

I'm so sick of speaking words that no one understands. Is it clear enough that you can't live your whole life all alone? I can hear you in a whisper, but you can't even hear me screaming.

I realize you're afraid, but you can't reject the whole world. You can't escape. You don't want to escape.

domingo, 10 de marzo de 2013

What if

Siento que ya no tengo esperanzas.

Débil.

Necesito plata para volver al psicólogo y el psiquiatra, sin que mis viejos se enteren. No logro manejar nada. No aguanto más. A veces simplemente me gustaría morir.

martes, 5 de marzo de 2013

Bleh

Anoche pelié con mi papá. Lloré. Vomité. Me di cuenta que la navaja perdió su filo. Y busqué ayuda. Pero se demoró, y luego ya no quise. Pero luego lo olvidé todo.

Feliz miércoles.