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lunes, mayo 07, 2007
last one was the number 100, ♥

[G:\müsik\japan\[Nipponsei] DEATH NOTE Original Soundtrack (320 kbps)\29 the WORLD (Tv Size).mp3]


Holy shit.


That really made my stomach go upside down, but because it brought back so many memories, a huge lot of crap I actually don't wanna feel anymore. It just hurts and don't ask me why. I end up hurting myself more than getting hurt by someone else.

I feel bad but I'm ok, anyways I should be studying for tomorrow's Chemical test; just shitting, I know I'll do a lot of mistakes in that damn test and probably won't get a good grade, but what the hell, I don't care. I feel tired, this week I've felt like sitting on the floor hugging my knees and crying like a baby more than anything. But I can't, I just can't.

I started hating love songs again, but I'm not in love, damn, in fact I wish I was.

My mood has gone insane again, lol, I want to stab myself until I get dry from bleeding as much as I want to fill myself with vanilla icecream and sweet stuff. I'm even drawing happy pictures. I'VE STARTED TO DRAW LOVE PICTURES OMG, and I don't even care if it's hetero or homo, love it's love and I'm not touched by it.

I'm contradicting myself. How funny. And no, I'm not going to translate this crap to spanish, I don't feel like it. Let me be all bitchy and moody. After all this is a stupid blog I can delete anytime (plus it doesn't has more than 2-3 readers... including myself, lol).

I don't wanna go to school tomorrow. *hides*



[G:\müsik\placebo\placebo - demo tape\Placebo - I Know (96 Demo).mp3]

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