Sunday, 26 September 2010
19:00sixteen.
(Itálico? Minha alteração. Necessary.)
I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like, and right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe.
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight as long as the wrong feels right.
It's like I'm in flight, high of the love, drunk from my hate
It's like I'm huffing paint.
And I love it the more that I suffer, I suffocate. And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me.
She fucking hates me. And I love it. Wait, where you going?
"I'm leaving you", "no you aren't, come back" We're running right back
Here we go again, it's so insane, beause when it's going good, it's going great.
I'm Superman with the wind at his back. She's Lois Lane.
But when it's bad, it's awful I feel so ashamed
I snap
Who's that dude
I don't even know his name
I laid hands on him
I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength
Ah, adivinhe que é, eu não vou dizer.
Terminei já Os Homens que Não Amavam As Mulheres, e já to lendo, The Girl Who Played With Fire. Lentamente, porque é aqui no computador, of course.
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Here is where I'm free. Free to write, free to think. I'm all by myself, all to myself. Only me. I can shout my fucks and cry my Oh Gods. Look to my madness or say "who are you?" Today, I fell connected. Tomorrow, maybe not. Maybe I'm too worried with other things, someone is here with me. Maybe inspiration didn't hit me. My most important thoughts (to me) come to me when I'm far away from notepads and notebooks, but close to myself. That's what this is made of.
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We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look
back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at
least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important,
and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your
happiness.
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