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jueves, marzo 08, 2007
headdress

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Amo esta canción. ♥♥♥

Ehm, well then. Today wasn't really a nice day, not at all; in the morning we had P.E. and were examinated (height & weight). A girl came out crying, I think it was because of her weight (she's a little... robust). I, also, wanted to cry; to say it clearly: I wanted to puke. Too shocking for me seeing myself as fat. I'm so sick.

And those hateful memories still keep coming up, since yesterday, when I was reading that damned book ("El huracán lleva tu nombre"), I wish I was still... a kid. A little, innocent girl who knows nothing but playing with dolls and dogs. But I had to play with a cat. A human cat. And get hurt, and bleed, then cry after discovering I was wrong and leave. Ironically, the cat got mad for my leaving, and after being "depressed" we had some kind of argument and he decided to leave, also.

The stupid thing is, I was the only one starving.

Besides, he's a bi. But sometimes it felt too... gay? It was like I was with a girl. It makes me want to be with a girl, feeling like I'm with someone so distorted as him. But I know that it's wrong. That I'm just hurt and eventually those feelings will go away. Yay for that.

Y MI HEADDRESS ESTÁ LISTOOOOOO~~ me lo entregarán el sábado :D Genial xD Otro estilo más a la lista de la tonelada de cosas que parezco. Gótica; ruda; "normal"; emo; y ahora Lolita. De todos modos me complace la idea de querer vestirme como muñeca. De vestirme como princesa.

Oh my god ésa no fue una buena analogía. Ser "princesa" no está bien.



Ana nunca está bien.


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