The Truth About Love
Funny how the heart can be deceivingMore than just a couple timesWhy do we fall in love so easy?Even when it’s not right
"Façam o Favor de Ser Felizes" - Raul Soln...
Monday, December 31, 2012
I AM DONE.
I have to stop being so silly and naive. The fact I care about people, doesn't mean they feel the same way about me. It's always the same, I should know this, by now, but my silliness always makes me get surprised.
I'm the silliest girl for believing, for trying hard, for not losing hope in something...
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
This is it!
And here it is, that old same feeling is here again. So many hopes and fears and desires and disappointments all mixed together in a single day a year, when all right is wrong and all good is bad. I'm already feeling it, I don't know why. I hate this day. I most certainly do and wait anxiously, eagerful...
Friday, December 21, 2012
Upcoming birthday
Well, that's it. My journey as an 18 year old teenager girl has almost finished. It was such a hard age in a such a difficult and emotional year. I don't like my birthday. I never did and I don't think I ever will. I'm just hoping to have the day everyone hopes I have so that they're happy and I'm happy...
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
And the landslide brought me down
Dunno if I'm just feeling blue and tired or disappointed and sad, really really sad or all them in a row.
I thought I'd be trilled with all this, and I swear I'm thankful and happy, just not trilled... it looks like there's something still missing. I really miss my sister, she'd say I'm stupid and that...
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Friday, December 7, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Let the countdown begins: 15 days left
It's funny when someone is as important to you as you are, the words seem insufficient. I wish I could explain how I miss the times when you, me, Hortencia and Van, spent all day fooling around carefree. Not worring about anything. Focusing on our dancing career and boys and having enough money every...