Desconectada del mundo.

El tiempo no cura nada, esperar no cambia las cosas, hacer cosas las cambia

30 jun. 2011

Here I stand.Wishing my wrists were bleeding. to stop the pain from the beatings
Vivo únicamente porque puedo morir cuando quiera: sin la idea del suicidio, hace tiempo que me hubiera matado
A veces, cuando digo: "estoy bien" Lo que quiero es alguien me mire a los ojos, me abrace fuerte y diga: "Yo sé que no lo estas"
"¿Alguna vez te paso de extrañar mucho a alguien?
¿De quererlo tanto que hasta te asusta un poco?
¿De tener miedo de que no le pase o sienta lo mismo que a ti?
¿De que te despiertes y sea lo primero en lo que pienses y tambien en lo último al acostarte?
¿De necesitar saber algo de esa persona, aunque sea una estupidez?
¿De llamarla simplemente para escucharle la voz aunque sea un minuto?
¿De leer una y otra vez esos mensajes de texto?
¿Que la extrañas demasiado cuando no la vez y necesitas un abrazo de el?
¿Alguna vez te pasó? A mi sí.."
Hoy es uno de esos días en lo que no quiero hacer nada, tampoco siento que tengo algo por el que vivir.
I think when you're young, you're hoping that this person will be the right one, the one you're going to be in love with forever. but sometimes you want that so much you create something that isn’t really there
I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye
Tell me baby, do you recognize me?
Well it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me

Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now,
I know you'd fool me again
Apareces, después te vas.
I wish that you would realize that you always make my day.

29 jun. 2011

THIS.

Brian:

No haces lo que podes, haces lo que inútiles estúpidos que te ponen "te amo, estoy en todas siempre (L)" no hacen


Creo que es la primera vez que me siento bien conmigo misma, la primera vez que siento que alguien tiene razón al decirme algo lindo. Me gusta escuchar a otros, me gusta aconsejar, simplemente me gusta ver la felicidad en los ojos de las otras personas. Me gusta ver esa felicidad que yo no tengo.
"Sonnie? Está peor que yo y de lo forra que soy no me doy cuenta ni tampoco le pregunté si estaba bien, si le habia pasado algo, si queria algo, si queria salir . Me banco a la madrugada y me hizo sentir mejor, me salvo en unas varias.. se dio cuenta que yo estaba mal cuando estube sola, y por lo visto nadie sabia que hacia, ciertas estupideces. Ella me entendió y me aconsejó."


Cuando lees eso, me dije a mi misma. "yo realmente no importo, ella es mas importante", Si llegas a leer esto, tengo razón, vos sos mucho mas importante que cualquier cosa, te conozco de hace poquito pero te tengo un cariño enorme e intento hacer lo que puedo para sacarte una sonrisa o intentar hacerte pensar en otras cosas. Si, estoy mal, pero para que quiero mi felicidad si no veo la tuya?

Yeah, all the time.

Es como un sol es muy veloz,es de él de quien siempre se hablara ♪

Gente normal:
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Yo:DRAGON OCCIDENTAL!!!!!! Luchara combatirá con todos sus poderes, sus dientes, su cola y el fuego que nos lanza … quema lo que alcanza , valiente y audaz…. dragón occidentaaaal
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Su poder aumentara del abuelo aprenderá…Necesita demostrar que es un Dragón de verdad oyeron!valiente y audaz de la J a la A y de la K a la E Soy el gran Dragón y vivo en Nueva York
I hate imagining a better life.


It gives me unnecessary hope that it might actually happen

28 jun. 2011

Y llorar hasta sentir que no das mas. Porque sabes que la distancia te jode, porque te encantaría que EL venga y te bese. Que te haga olvidar prácticamente todo lo malo por lo que pasaste antes, que te abrace tan fuerte como para que sientas que tu corazón se sale de tu pecho y con lagrimas en los ojos y el maquillaje corrido decirle: Esto es tuyo.
Y cada vez se va cortando el hilo que nos unía.


¿Viste cuando tenes esos días en los que sentís que estas bien pero al rato sentís que se te desmorona el mundo? Y lo único que necesitas es que esa persona te diga al menos un hola. (O mejor aun, que algún amigo tuyo de hable e intente sacarte de la tremenda tristeza que tenes)

27 jun. 2011





It’s a funny thing when you look at this. An actual person who literally slices themselves open on a daily basis just to get away from the emotional pain and come back to a physical state. I bet there’s someone you’ve said something rude to that went home and add a another scar to their already beautifully scarred skin. So yes in a literal sense you just made a mark in their life and you are now embedded into their skin forever. When I put it that way makes you think a little huh. It doesn’t take much to be friendly; no matter how much you can’t stand a person. Be kind.Because even though what you think is harmless could be the death of them.

I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul

I’m not strong enough to stand up for what I believe or what I need in front of my dad.

I’m not strong enough to stop the tears.

I’m not strong enough to go every fucking day to the GYM and have the body I want to have.

I’m not strong enough to tell the person I like what I feel.

I’m not strong enough to restrain the anger I feel

I’m not strong enough to use that anger to improve myself or against the people who hurt me. I just hurt myself.

I’m not strong enough to end my projects, to fight for my dreams, to stop the self pitty and take a risk.

I’m not strong enough to ask for help. Because I know, now, that my weakness isn’t needing help, is needing it and refusing to ask for it.

My weakness is this sick dark emptiness inside me.

I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul.

(I want you to notice, when I’m not around)

-SixBillionSecrets.

"Call me.Text me.Smoke Signals. Anything, just let me know that you're thinking of me because I'm constantly thinking of you.

No one knows.

I've been through so much, but I keep up the charade. I keep the smile. I keep the laughter.

I still listen to everyone elses problems, and I give them my advice. The funny thing is; they all belive my lies. But I wonder if they'd believe the truth.

You want to know my secret?

I'm not okay.

No matter how many time I assure you that everything's fine, I'm lying.

I'm not okay. I'm not fine.

Sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough.

Like you would be better off if I we're dead.

Well one day I will be dead,

And it could as well be all your fault.

No matter what I'm doing, suicide is on my mind.

It's like it's an alive thought in my head.

Constantly lurking.

I need help. I can't drown it out anymore.

I'm so sick and tired of my life.

Of having to deal with this crap from my parents every day. Of having to continue breathing even though I don't have a single source of happiness.

I'm so torn and lost. I've given up hope. And still no one cares.

I miss you.

I miss how we used to talk on the phone every night.

I miss how we used to webcam all the time.

What I miss the most, is you called me beautiful.

I always say that I don't care what people think.

But that's a lie. Sometimes I don't, but it always lowers my confidence a little when someone calls me fat.

I know that I have what's called a beautiful face, but every little bit hurts.

I wanna be able to say that I'm thick and proud, not fat and upset.

I'm tired of the constant voice in my mind calling me worthless, and fat, and ugly.

I'm tired of crying myself to sleep because I can't stop thinking about, and feeling the fat on my body.

I'm tired of not being good enough - of not being wanted or love by anyone.

I'm tired. Mentally and physically.

I feel I'm not good enough.

Not good enough for friends, family and guys.

Not good enough to have secrets entrusted in me.

Not good enough to be the person you hang out on the weekends.

I feel like I'm the second option. The back up friend.

When will I be first on the list? When will I matter?

I'm tired of being the dumb, ugly, fat friend.

I'm tired of having smart, beautiful, skinny, perfect friends.

I'm just tired of never being good enough for anyone.

Every day, on my way home, I watch the cars drive by, and I wonder the same thing each time.

"Is it going fast enough to kill me if I jumped in front?"

I just want to die.

Everything would be so much easier.

No more pain, hurt, troubles.

I can't help but have these thoughts & feelings.

As easy as it would be to just die.

I couldn't leave my family- I love them to much.

Theyre the ones that are keeping me alive.


You don't understand

-cutting unless you’re a cutter.

-drugs unless you’re a druggie.

-suicide unless you’ve attempted it.

-depression unless you’ve felt it.

-eating disorders unless you’ve had one.

-me unless you’ve been through what I’ve been through.

So don’t act like you fucking do understand.

Nunca me sentí tan bien, al saber que un amigo le llegara a interesar/importar lo que me pasa. Siento que alguien me escucha, que a alguien le importo. Gracias.