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I think Drake stands a pretty good chance of kicking Justin Biebers ass in a fight…… He might need to use some pepper spray and maybe his shoe…. But yeah….. I think he can do it
I'm Just Going to Rant
Let me be the first to lay my hand on the "White-Girl Bible" and say "I Can't Even." I miss my fucking family. I want a cigarette. And dear god I miss sleeping. Why can't drugs and alcohol cure the memories and all the bad situations. I want to be thinner. Yet, I want to eat all the food my heart desires without a tummie ache. I can't hear my own thoughts anymore. It feels like I can't even escape to the privacy of my head. I feel as if I have no privacy. I'm sick of people not listening. And I'm sick of being tired. And also tired of being sick. I want the love again. I want the freedom to say "yes" and the freedom to say "no." I feel as if I don't have a choice anymore. I don't want to fall victim to someone else's will. Doesn't my opinion matter? Or does the fact that I have a vagina prohibit me from having an opinion. I hate skipping school. But I hate the way school makes me want to hurl myself off a cliff. I'm scared to look in mirrors anymore. I want to be pretty. I'm tired of seeing a sad girl who doesn't like anything about herself. I miss being called beautiful. I miss my Dad. I wish people didn't joke about suicide. I wish people understood. I can't handle anyone's "problems" anymore. I just can't relate to them. My life is a fucking plane crash: awful, messy, and burning everyone alive. Why should I have to trade my confidence for love? Shouldn't being loved make you confident? I can't do this.
𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞
𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭
Il problema di quando non sai cosa cerchi è che non sai capire se vuoi quello che trovi.
- Serena P. (unaragazzadadifesa)
Non capisco come fanno le persone ad essere così cattive.
Serena P. (unaragazzadadifesa)
;; veneno
Podría describirse como un pozo sin fondo o como un gran vacío que te absorbe por completo, donde sobra la soledad y falta el oxígeno. O podría describirse como un veneno que te va corrompiendo desde el interior, completamente en silencio y en toda su magnitud, para clavar un puñal en tu pecho y no por la espalda, es todo menos cobarde. Además llega de forma inesperada, en cualquier momento y lugar, mientras que uno se deja llevar por la marea que pasó de ser tranquila a ser un tsunami arrasador.
Puede transcurrir mucho tiempo hasta que nos demos cuenta que el vacío nos consumió de tal manera que ya somos parte de el. Es imposible darse cuenta donde empieza y donde termina. Pasar tanto tiempo sintiéndose como nada, eventualmente te transforma en solo eso, alguien más que quedó atascado en aquella nebulosa donde la esperanza y la felicidad no son bienvenidas.
Ahora solo hay recuerdos de quienes eramos antes, abran paso y den la bienvenida a su nuevo yo. Aquel que atravesó la nebulosa, que logró sobrevivir al tsunami o aquel que sigue siendo parte de el pero nadie lo nota, al fin y al cabo todo puede ser causado por una mala noche.
¿Hay algo que una pastilla, una botella o una buena distracción no puedan curar?
Bueno, creo yo que si, absolutamente todo y nada.
Y al fin nos convertimos en lo que más temíamos pero nunca dijimos.
Ahora somos todo y nada, absolutamente nada. ¿Una totalidad de nada o nada de totalidad? En ambos casos, estamos perdidos.
28012018
The biggest communication problem is we don't listen to understand, we listen to reply.
Unknown .
Me debato entre si eres inocente o ignorante
Why do I have to work to live?
Why can’t I just exist?
Even if I have fun at my job, there is not enough time for me in the end. And if there is enough time, there won’t be enough money.
I don't need to be reminded this early in the morning.
