viernes, 23 de septiembre de 2011

In life we do things. Some we wish we had never done. Some we wish could replay a million times in our heads. But they all make us who we are, and in the end they shape every detail about us. If we were to reverse any of them we wouldn't be the person we are. So just live, make mistakes. Have wonderful memories but never ever second guess who you are, where you have been, and most importantly where it is you are going.

Sorry, but i miss u.


I'm sorry I constantly want to talk to you. I'm sorry when you take long to reply, I get sad. I'm sorry if I say things that might piss you off. I'm sorry if I come off as annoying. I'm sorry if you don't wanna talk to me as much as I wanna talk to you. I'm sorry if I think about you too much and too often. I'm sorry if I tell you about my pointless drama when you don't really care. I'm sorry if I come off as being clingy, but it is just me missing you.

jueves, 22 de septiembre de 2011

You're not easy to love. Why is everything with you so complicated? Why do you make it hard to love you? Because if you really wanna be alone I will throw my hands up because baby I tried everything with you, is so complicated. Why? Sometimes I get you, sometimes I don't understand you. Sometimes I love you, sometimes it's you I can't stand. Sometimes I wanna hug you, sometimes I wanna push you away. Most times I wanna kiss you, other times punch you in the face.

jueves, 8 de septiembre de 2011

I'm so scared. I don't know if i can bear it anymore. I don't know what to do.

Si me cansé de esperar, fue porque el tiempo no curó ni una herida. Si me canse de hablarte, fue porque nunca respondías. Si me canse de quererte, fue porque nunca me correspondiste. Si me canse de mirarte, fue porque nunca me devolviste la mirada. Si me canse de llamar la atención, fue porque entendí que nunca te importe. Si me canse de abrir mi corazón, fue porque nunca salí ganando. Si me escapé, fue porque no veía nada bueno en mi camino. Si me escondí, fue solamente porque le temo a este sentimiento. Si me canse de abrazarte, fue porque te sentía lejano.



domingo, 4 de septiembre de 2011













Me levanto y te quiero. Me voy y te quiero. Me caigo y te quiero. Estudio y te quiero. Me duermo y te quiero. Te veo y te odio.