Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me TRUTH.

9 de junio de 2010

Esto no puede estar pasandote a vos.
Por favor, te lo pido por favor, curate! te necesito.

7 de junio de 2010

I'm fucked up. Everything is gone away. I'm not even writting any more. I don't know what things I would like to do when I grow up, I feel so useless at all the areas of my life. Even music has disapointed me. I'm not sure if a would like make or teach music any more. He's dying and it's seems I'm dying with him because I don't like anything, I don't love anyone. I don't want to die but life is getting hard you know?... I don't know, I think I'm lost in this world, in this society. Everything seems so fake, so fragile. I don't even care about past anymore. This is a strange feeling...don't care about people who I was obsessed with. Well, maybe I care about them but in a healthy way you know?, I mean they've changed and I've changed too, so I wish they are ok but far far away from here. I think I'm worried about future. What am I gonna do with my life, if I'm gonna stop fucking things and running away from every relationship. I'm worried because for the first time in my life I'm thinking seriously the fact that I'm possible going to be a lonely person for ever.I'm not even sad about this or happy about good things. I'm just surviving. I think I need a fucking boyfriend or alcohol or something... Fuck me, I'm fucking fucked up.


Crazy Blood

Must be the crazy blood in me makes me feel like i do
so mean and evil so low down and blue
if you see me coming better turn and look away
if i get too close to you
better close your eyes and pray.

nobody knows the trouble i’ve been
torn up and twisted time and time again
had a chance to make changes but i threw it away
can’t go on forever can
t go on this way...

4 de junio de 2010

Simplemente no me puedo llevar bien con la gente promedio. Sabes, me molesta. Me encrispa los nervios. No los puedo ignorar. Tengo que encararlos. Solo les digo que odio sus agallas o no les hablo.

About a son.

1 de junio de 2010

when you dig my grave,
could you make it shallow
so that i can feel the rain?