Por qué.

"Great people talk about ideas, average people talk about things, small people talk about... other people."

lunes, 16 de febrero de 2009

• Ultimatum

I can't decide what's worse: the way I feel or the way I'd want to feel. Remembering the good old days only gets it sadder and heavier than it actually is. Doodles come out of my pen and hurt my skin, green lights and everything goes black.

When I woke up I was suffocating. There was no oxigen there and I was sweating, so I took a shower. Needless to say, I don't take ballet classes in the US.
Empty veins and chocolate chips. Free cookies and a sweet day. I look like a vampire: my lips are red and there are dark circles under my eyes.

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