FUCK. 

I find myself once more in this place, after years absent from my words ( Read more... )

Algo cambió. Ya no me busca como antes... Le molesta acurrucarse conmigo.

Llevo días tratando de sacar tiempo para los dos... Algo romántico y lo evita.

Y sexualmente... Solo inicio yo el asunto.

Algo está pasando.

¿Y si le doy espacio? Más se aleja...

No sé que hacer.

Y pensar que pronto se cumplen dos años desde que me escribió estas palabras...

Recordar que nos conocimos hace una semana y un poco más me resulta casi increíble. El mero hecho de saber lo maravillosa que eres me golpea la razón. Un ser que llega en medio de grandes cambios en mi vida, y llegas a enseñarme a vivir cada detalle, a que existe más ( Read more... )

I guess I will always drown in quicksand, even if I fight it one way or another. The "what if's" consume me from time to time...

And he knows it. He loves it. He knows I always get tempted to go back, and knows very well how bad I deal with temptation.

"Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving;
'Cause when you never see the light it's hard to know which one of us is caving."

I've been forewarned. Twice. But the more they tell me to stay away, the closer I want to get.

There is some uncertainty to the air quality around me during these last few days. I know what I should do, and what I want, but I'm conflicted because they are not the same thing. I know I can't live in this bubble anymore, and I will have to face adulthood and reality soon enough. But I don't want to be done with the life I have here, and I ( Read more... )

It's an unsettling feeling to wake up thinking you are somewhere else, and that other things are happening to you. I hate to wake up longing for someone or something, because the realization that they are not there, or that something is not going to happen, is crushing ( Read more... )

I don't know why he stays here anymore. He is just making things worse... and making my addiction to him continue. Doesn't he see that? I sometimes wish he would just remember that he hurts me at times, and that I cannot deal with so much bullshit ( Read more... )

I seldom like or dislike something;
either I bitterly resent, or intensively worship it.
If either one of these passions cannot be aroused,
I just ignore with ice around the edges.