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| this pic is OLD (2010) |
Another sterile morning. I don't even know if it's sunny or goddamn gray. I didn't even opened the windows...
Morning makes me so depressive, shit
Well, I want a coffee. And some kind of love.
I'm thinking of dying my hair. (wtf?)
Nothing I say makes sense, am I all weird?
I love you.
I am so fucking alone, and, it's always the same, solitude it's like a fucking drug, man. I love mi sisters, but, i feel alone. solitude is my second skin, tho.
Well, I guess that this is not my best post. Don't expect from me a Rimbaud today, darling.
Everything is okay now, I just have to get a job, and get my ass out of this town. (as soon as it's possible because this town eats my soul every day)
But, suddenly, a weird, crazy idea comes to my mind... And when I say crazy, probably is the most normal idea for normal people.
I wanna settle up? REALLY? (I laugh my ass off, but, probably it's as really as crazy). Maybe now, in my unconscious I want to find 'that' guy, live together and... have kids?
Well, no, my crazy love for self - destruction doesn't approve it.
I'm sick of repeating always this but... I just wanna be happy - Find my way, live sucking art's balls, love someone from the first time and make it love me, because it has to be that way, eating nutella or dulce de leche while I see it's face, having kids, drinking coffee together, having books, cats, pics.. dunno
Maybe I'm dreaming out of my posibilities...
I guess that even when I refuse it, I always wanted to be someone's mom...
And someone's girl...
But... For now, I belong to no one, I'm just like air.
(Fuck i want to upload a pic since the last post and it doesn't fit with my posts.)
Sometimes, we can be happy, but deep inside, our sorrows are... And we only can get them out writing... It's for that, that i love so much this passion.
Well, I'm gonna make coffee, sit down, drink it slowly while my mom smokes n tries to get me out of my head (without sucess)
Addio.
PS: Fuck it, I'll upload that pic!
