You stare. And you begin to believe you're not just 18, you've always been so much older. You've become this stupid, whiny, bitchie, snobie girl.
You tell everyone how badly they suck, and most important: you tell them the reasons for which they don't deserve a minute of your time. You rarely laugh, you cry a little, you are pissed off most of the time. You don't believe in anyone. The 99% of the time you ask yourself what the fuck are you doing.
You wish someone could be here. Not to tell anything, not to ask anything, just to make you see that there's someone, out there, who believes you are not what you think you are.
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- Declaro
- Panic
- No es casualidad.
- No importa.
- Yo no.
- (estoy) perdida.
- Te lo dicen, sí, muchísima veces, parece que todos...
- You stare. And you begin to believe you're not jus...
- It's a beautiful day.
- Ahora puedo decir que
- I just don't do this. I don't wait for people. I c...
- - ¿Qué, ya te estás deshaciendo?
- Acariciar la grupa del tiempo, montarlo.
- Regresar es un poco morir.-Cristina Peri Rossi.
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