Hell-o.

Hell-o.
Hello, i love you; will you tell me your name?.
Hello, i'm good-for-nothing, will you love me just the same?.

La.

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viernes, julio 24, 2009


Me cansé de sufrir, de estar infelíz y de hacerme la cabeza con todo. La vida es demasiado corta como para pasártela triste, así que se acabó, borrón y cuenta nueva. Hoy ya empezé de buenas con las fotos del quince de la señora & todos esos recuerdos lindis, já. A ser felíz se ha dicho, después de todo, ¿cuál es el sentido de lamentarse por lo que ya pasó? Lo pasado pisado, el presente es lo que se vive.

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i'm not asking to go dancing i'm not that dumb anymore
its exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding through the floor
its a gory sort of story that's been told a million times before
don't be sorry just ignore me because honestly
i'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride into setting suns aching to stand on my own two feet
how many wishes do i still have left to fix the way it ends?
how many princes will it take to put a girl like this back together again?
how many instances can you point out where i was less than kind?
how many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind?
& how much time do we have left before it's midnight?





i'd walk through hell for u.