So that's who Serge planned to give his heart to on Valentine's Day. Jenique.
That excited me in a strange way. It's just wonderful.

Ay Serge... Ask her already! Tell her you wish for her to be your FIRST
girlfriend. She's perfect for you. Perfect.

"You look like a hippie", Serge said all of a sudden.

I gave him a strange stare. "In a good way ( Read more... )

Mi amor!... mi bebe. Mi
vida. Te amo. Te extraño. Quisiera poder amarte every single day. Quisiera estar
cerca. Quisiera consolarte cuando te encuentras solo. Triste. Angry with the
world.

Distance.

Soon. In less than a month
I'll be in your arms again.

In less than a month I'll
feel alive once more. I love you [3] so very much.

Te amo [2] ( Read more... )

I have nine
bracelets on my wrists and all I think about is how you would smile and
call me a hippie.

I remember ( Read more... )

The day I less happen to
like is Sunday. The reasons why are the following...

• Boring.


• Depressing


• Most likely to rain... not
  today though.


• Boring


• Looooooooong

She really never thought of it, I guess. The way they feel when a poem is written about them. The way they can't stop smiling for a few minutes. And the unexpected laughter afterwards, and the thank yous. And sometimes hugs. It really all depends ( Read more... )

The other day I cut my hand again while washing the dishes. This cut's bigger and it wraps around my right pinky. It doens't sting anymore ( Read more... )

I had never gotten orchids before. I
remember my first orchid. I had to tear open my piggy bank and buy it myself. It
was for Science, in the 4th grade. We had to examine their parts and such.

The richest girl in town, Natalia,
my first 'worst enemy'. Lol ... I was her worst enemy. I never tried to ( Read more... )

No matter when I go to
sleep, I wake up the next morning around 7-8 AM. Now why is that.

That party my father and I had to watch out for, was crazy ( Read more... )

Today we took the Florida Writes. I did pretty good, I think. I was happy
about that.

I often find myself daydreaming of him. I pissed off some of my classmates ( Read more... )

I can still tasteyou. The taste of late nights and stale cigarettes that always seemed to linger ( Read more... )