buy yourself a life

Harry
Jared
Friends
Mychem
Panic!
Jack
Friends
Emo kids
Internet
Fotologs
Friends
Clothes
Fics
Piano
Friends
Cute eyes
Nicknames
Azuzephre
FRIENDS!

we share this stuff
cause I don't have choice

this is not a good thing
get your own personality

Epílogo de mi mundo

no corramos nada_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _demencia
arremolinada_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _mar que golpea los muros de mi
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _memoria
fuerza de oleaje lunar_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _crugidos
del alma_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _que vuelven en grietas
regresa a la tierra, persistente_ _ _ _como el tiempo que destruye
como el pasado_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ que vuelve y asi se va
hace piedra el sonido_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ de mis ojos
plasmando el llanto_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ con el futuro actual
un sollozo hipócrita_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _en la virtud de la noche
en la lucidez del recuerdo_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ la última palabra
preludio final_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _epílogo de mi mundo
donde ya no gotea_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ la luz del heroísmo
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _su dulce color_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

you rock my socks =)

only i know what you mean to me

omg i don't know why i'm doing this

it's not even your birthday

i want you to come to argentina

cause you mean a lot

thank you

sometimes i think your lyrics are just for me

just like today

i love you

Bosquejos del alma

acabo de dibujar tu corazon
con las lagrimas del alma
lo pinte en tonos oscuros
para que sangre en tu color

acabo de dibujar tu sonrisa
con el fuego de mis venas
con el tinte de mis labios
para manchar tu tristeza

dibuje tu silencio
para no morir aturdido
llenabas mi mente con disonancias
las que el sol nunca te dio
las que jamas pedi escuchar
entre melodias vanas

y hoy lloraba en tus ojos
lo que callaba tu sentir
y mutilaban mis manos
el nacimiento de tu voz

queria morir en tus brizas
para vivir en tus recuerdos
y dejar de volar en tu sueño
y caer dormido a tu lado

you rock shulls : )
lol

I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?

I love Halloween, i don't know why. i was watching nightmare before xmas last night. i have some serious trauma with that movie. i can't help it, i know it's stupid, but it's scares me. it reminds me that i'm alive and i have to die sometime. i hate thinking about it. i know it's normal to be afraid of death, but i find myself thinking about it every a half and hour.
anyway, i don't even know why i am writing this.
it's sad, because i'm telling my problems to the computer. i really have some serious trauma.
or maybe that's what i wanna think, i don't know, it's funny to be this way sometimes.
one more thing, i hate mixing , and as i hate that, i hate what you do. i know you didn't do it on porpouse but... i just hate it...

No one loves you and you know it, don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care

i hate it, don't you realize? stop talking to my friends, get your own ones, can't you do that?
can't you see that i'm fed up with you? i can't stand you anymore
you know i'm very insecure
don't try to make it worse
anyway, whatever you're doing is working
cuase i hate you now ¬¬
stop doing it! if you are alone, that's not my problem

and you, stop touching my things...

lol

Stop listenning me, please!
didn't you hear me shouting?
I DON'T WANT TO

fuck you
thank you :)

i'm so fed up with your common sense

It’s almost ironic
I don’t know
You say you really know me
I’m starting to believe that
And it is not good
Cause you know the best part of me
I’m afraid of showing you the worst one
And yet you say you know me
I’m predictable
I guess you can guess me
That’s the way you have to avoid me
That’s why you’re never here
When I truly need you

And I’m sick of it
I thought I’d be always here for you
But I was wrong
Cause I can’t stand it
I’m so fucking insecure that hurts

I don't know, it's rare
I guess I'm happy
It has been a hard week
I'm back in vices that sucks
but it makes me feel better
and that's not so bad...I guess

I'm confused

I want to be a vampire
I want to be immortal

Are you kidding me?
Or is that you’re too bored with your own life?
I’m fed up, terribly tired
You think I owe you something
You have the absolute truth, do you?
Changes in your life meant everything to you
And you did it for me
Why? You say we were friends
But we are not
See, I cannot be friend of a person who talks bullshit
It seems you have a lot of things to tell me
Say them straight to my face if you dare
I’ve done many things for you
This is the way you thanks me
Being a liar, hiding what you think
Speak your mind and don’t ignore me
The thing is you’re still a fool
Even if you keep in silence

I just can say Thank You

Thank you Daniel Radcliffe and Happy Birthday to you

Thank you JK Rowling, Deathly Hallows is just perfect

Thank you Severus Snape, my Silver Doe

I don’t know myself anymore
I’m not what you expect me to be
It can’t be fair for everybody
I guess this is my time to lose
I hate the way you make me feel
And as I hate it I can’t help falling in love of it
A street full of directions
I’ve tried so hard to choose the right one
I just want you to be proud of me
Tell me what I have to do
Cause I don’t feel good for anything I do
It’s just I’ve never known something different
I can’t make you feel better
If you don’t explain me how

What if you ask me what is wrong with me? What would I answer to you?

I don't even know why I'm so insecure
I have no reasons to be this way
almost alive, watching my life behind a closed window
can't you see me trying to break the glass?

juro que no me importa nada de lo que digan de Harry Potter
que la quinta es la peor pelicula?
que es lectura comercial?
que daniel es feo?
que cuaron no pudo con la tercer pelicula?
que emma definitivamente no es hermione?
que bonnie es una whore?
que rowling es lo peor de lo peor por haber dejado a Harry solo, sin dumbledore, sin sirius?
que Harry se muera en el septimo libro?
en fin, no me interesa nada
todas y cada una de esas cosas hacen que harry potter se lo mas especial de mi vida, por qué? porque hace ocho años que ocupa un lugar muy importante en mi vida, porque mientras todos jugaban en el recreo yo leia, porque cuando termine de leer hp1 quise ser como harry, asi de valiente, tan lleno de amigos.
porque por harry potter conoci un monton de personas que se convirtieron en grandes amigos
porque no importa todo lo que digan en su contra, no me interesa que piensen que todo esto es una estupidez porque simplemente no lo es, harry potter fue por mucho tiempo mi mas grande preocupacion y alegria, y todavia lo es
porque no importa cuantas veces haya leido los libros, siempre siempre lloro, igual que con las pelis
me doy cuenta de cuanto cambie en estos ocho años, sin embargo todo esto no cambio y creo que no cambiará. no importa cuantos desnudos haga daniel, o cuanto odie a emma (pura envidia) no me interesa cuantos personajes mueran en el septimo, si tienen que morir será por algo, rowling lo decidirá.
gracias JKR por haberme dado algo que me hace tan bien, algo en lo que me puedo concentrar y estar orgullosa de ser parte de todos tus fans. y gracias a dan, emma, rupert, tom, gary, alan, jason, michael, richard, emma, bonnie, david, helena, ralph, evanna, en fin a todo el elenco, aunque nunca lleguen a leer esto

Living a whole life just to realize your dreams won't take you wherever you want to go

I met a girl fifteen years ago
she was a precious little baby-girl
she had the inocence in every blink
she was just as everybody else
she had nothing special
her future was a broken wing
her family were some strangers
her dreams were hard to reach
her whole life was an empty glass
she wouldn't stand herself
her own reflextion would remind her
there's no rewards for fair lives
I met this girl fifteen years ago
I don't know where is she now
Is she suffering?
she can't be far away from the beginning
She can't fly with just one wing

It doesn't matter how many people is surrounding me

Having everyone around
feeling alone deep inside
it doesn't matter is I have everything
I'm a half-empty bottle of cheap perfume
I'm just waiting for you to open the door
If you're still behind that mirror
please send me some red roses
it doesn't matter how many people is surrounding me
I can't help feeling alone