los demas no tienen la culpa,no quiero ser grocera con las personas pero ya estoy hasta la madre... ME QUIERO DORMIR y no despertar hasta nose... las ventanas suenan como si estuviera temblando... aca no tiembla... extraño eso.. extraño que el piso se mueva y me haga recordar que hay mas todavia... siento como si ya son las 11:55 como si hoy fuera a ser de esos días zombies.

a mi si me a pasado! miss you

ME URGE DRENARME

esto no es un simulacro people!!

hoy es de esos días donde te ves al espejo y sabes que eres tu pero no te sientes como tu…

extraño a mi familia… extraño a mis amigos… extraño no estar sentimental… y aun me queda una semana de eso…

a veces… me pongo a pensar si en realidad debería de estar acá…

no me mal interpretes, amo estar aquí

pero el otro día vi a una amiga en un quirófano…

en mi disney landia personal y me cuestione…

entonces navegando al pasado de lo que alguna ves fui…

me puse a escuchar a Ingrid Michaelson y me enamore de las canciones no tengo la menor idea si son nuevas o viejas…

para mi son nuevas

Sort of

Baby, you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart
And baby, you've got the sort of face to start this old heart
But your eyes are warning me this early morning
That my love's too big for you my love
Baby, you've got the sort of laugh that waters me
And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me
I find you stunning, but you are running me down
My love's too big for you my love
My love's too big for you my love
And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again
Baby, you've got the sort of eyes that tell me tales
That your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impales
That you don't need me, but you won't leave me
My loves too big for you my love
My loves too big for you my love
And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again
Tell me what to do, to take away the you
And if I was stronger then I would tell you no.
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

 

 

no soy la misma de antes y no puedo volverla a ser…

The sky looks pissed
The wind talks back
My bones are shifting in my skin
And you, my love, are gone
My room feels wrong
The bed won't fit
I cannot seem to operate
And you, my love, are gone

  

Well you might be a bit confused
And you might be a little bit bruised

yo tambien lo estoy..

So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home

si me pongo a pensar en mi pasado, la verdad es que sigo sin cambiar nada…

ni los rasguños ni las heridas ni las veces que dije me voy a morir ya no puedo.

What if we stop having a ball?
What if the paint chips from the wall?
What if there's always cups in the sink?
What if I'm not what you think I am?
What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win, chase you with a rolling pin?
Well what if I do?
I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up

ya hemos pasado por esto fer… ya sabes que uno siente que se muere pero no se muere

pero puedes distrutarlo mientras dura… como siempre