La vida es una putada detrás de otra.
Todo el mundo te va abandonar
No eres suficiente
Todos mienten
Al principio es perfecto y luego te destrozan
A nadie le importas


PD: notas a una misma

I feel like the greatest shit today but it's too ridiculous to talk about this with people, that's why I write here cause no one ever reads this.
I haven't felt this lonely for months. Maybe I've been this alone other times but now, i think i can't handle it as i used to.
No one ever asks and i'm lame at interacting with people. i guess that's why i don't have anybody out of this house really. neither online. It's no one's fault but mine i guess. i don't even know what i'm doing. i used to be so much different. i can say i was even cheerful and now i make myself miserable.
everyone's better than me in so many ways.
I'm out of place and it doesn't even matter where ia m cause it's always out. everyone has close people and i can't keep anyone beside me.
is fucking frustrating to be so socially unable, it makes everything twice harder and you 100 lower.
i feel so terrible bad...




This is the most egocentric bullshit i've ever written

People leave. People leave!! THEY ALWAYS LEAVE!

And don't trust them when they say they'll be there!! They'll get bored of you, you'll annoy them. And they'll leave

"Then you go back to the start, but you go on without listening…"

And there's no place it's gonna be ok. He said it once. You won't be happy, nowhere.



it would be nice to have someone

RANDOM HERO

The light outlives the star

my random hero

whatever happens, we have Jarry.

there's a point in the morning (3 - 4 am) when the world just turns unbearable

As she walks in the room,
Scented and tall,
Hesitating once more.
And as I take on myself,
And the bitterness I felt,
Realise that love lost, while
White horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?

Through the glory of life,
I'm scattered on the floor,
Disappointed and sore.
And in my thoughts I have bled,
For the riddles I've been fed,
Another lie moves over, while
White horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?

While, white horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?

it's the perfume on her wrists that stinks of easy birthday

it's greater than it always sounds