Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.


jueves, 3 de junio de 2010

It hurts when being replaced, but it kills when you slowly watch yourself being replaced. It hurts seeing someone broken, but it kills when you watch yourself being broken. It hurts when you’re holding on, but it kills when you’re the only one that’s holding on. It hurts when you’re in love, but it kills when the person you love, doesn’t love you back. It hurts when you see someone crying, but it kills when you see your mum crying. It hurts when you smile, but it kills to be happy. It hurts when you fall, but it kills when there’s no one there to catch you. It hurts when you’re not noticed, but it kills when you’re invisible. It hurts when someone cuts themselves, but it kills when the reason why they cut themselves was because of you. It hurts when you love, but it kills when you know it won’t work. It hurts when you see the one you love with someone else, but it kills when you know that you would never be with that person. It hurts when you’re sad, but it kills when you’re depressed. It hurts leaving, but it kills when you’re the one leaving. It hurts when someone breaks a promise, but it kills when you know that person would never do that. It hurts when you see love, but it kills when you know that you’ll never be loved.
I’m a girl who wouldn’t care how much I eat in front of people. I wouldn’t care if I had a stain on my shirt and I would just crack up if people point it out and freak out. I would start dancing out of nowhere if a good song plays on the radio. I would lip synch to whoever is next to me. I could chase my guy in the middle of the mall screaming. I’m the type to grab your pencil and hide it, trying my best to not crack up when you freak out looking for it. I am a bad liar but when I do lie I make myself sound obvious, loud and sarcastic. If you walked in on me getting ready, you’ll see me dancing in front of the mirror. I know when to be respectful and when I can mess around.

viernes, 28 de mayo de 2010


miércoles, 26 de mayo de 2010

She said that she wanted to get high. He took her to the tallest hill in town. She said that she wanted to stay up all night and drink. He gave her a 12 pack of caffeinated Pepsi and said “drink up.” She said that she wanted to shoot herself in the face. He gave her a water gun, put her finger on the trigger, aimed it at her face, and helped her pull the trigger. She said that she wanted to cut herself. He took a Polaroid of her, handed it to her along with scissors, and had her cut it up. She said that she wanted to see her blood. He took her to get her ears pierced. She said that she wanted to cry herself to sleep. He had her watch a sad, romantic movie before bed. She said that she wanted to be alone. He gave her a name tag that said “My name is: Alone.” She said that she wanted to have someone there to take care of her, always. He asked when he wasn’t.

Have you ever wanted to be the girl that: The gets a hug and kiss every day? The girl that gets to wear his hoodie or gets to cuddle every night? The girl that he calls every morning and every night because her boyfriend wanted to be the first hello, and the last goodbye of the day. The girl that he misses and thinks about nonstop, and when you see each other, he holds her tight. The girl he talks about to his friends, and scared that he’ll lose her some way, somehow. The girl he goes crazy without talking to her once a day. Yeah, I’ve dreamt of that once. Or how about, the girl whose boyfriend that lives miles away, but he’ll call her and text her all he can. He’s jealous of all her friends that are boys, because they can see her everyday, but he can’t. Or the girl that makes him laughs and smiles and he hates her being upset. They have cute nicknames that actually have meaning. She can act mad, but he sees right through her. But the one thing she loves is that he gets her and understands her feelings and love for him. Yeah, I wanted to be his girl.

“Before you can grow up, you must fall in love three times. Once you must fall in love with your best friend, ruining your friendship forever. This will teach you who your true friends are, and the fine line between friendship and more. Once you must fall in love with someone you believe to be perfect. You will learn that no one is perfect, and that you should never be treated as any less than you deserve. And once you must fall in love with someone that is exactly like you. This will teach you about who you are, and who you want to be. And when you’re through with all that, you learn that the people who care about you the most are the ones that hurt you, and the ones that hurt you are the ones that you needed the most. But most of all, you learn that love is only a concept and not something that can be defined. It is different to each person that experiences it. And you will learn to respect each and every person on this earth, knowing that everyone only wants to be loved.”
A lie is always a lie - no matter how prettily it is told or how vastly we want to believe. Fancy language and glittered apologies hide lies underneath the superficial surface. We believe lies not because we are naive, but because the truth is cold. The truth is infinite, and it is absolute. You can not change fact. So, instead of facing the harsh realities of life, we nest in among the glitter and the fancy words. Because those who hunt for truth find nothing but despair.”

martes, 25 de mayo de 2010

Do you know what's worth fighting for
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take you breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weight out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Does someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I

When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I

Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone
When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky

You and I

lunes, 24 de mayo de 2010

Hey girls, you’re beautiful. Don’t look at those stupid magazines with sticklike models. Eat healthy and exercise. That’s all. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re not good enough. You are good enough, you are too good. Love your family with all your heart and listen to it. You are gorgeous, whether you’re a size 3 or a size 14. It doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside, as long as you’re a good person, as long as you respect others. I know it’s been told hundreds of times before, but it’s true. Hey girls, you are beautiful.”

domingo, 23 de mayo de 2010

Send out a 911
We're gonna have some fun
Hey, boy, you know you better run

'Cause it's a girl's night
It's all right without you
I'm gonna stay out
And play out
Without you
You better hold tight
'Cause girl's night's without you
Let's go G.N.O.

E M M A W A T S O N( L

sábado, 22 de mayo de 2010

Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You don’t want to smile and you don’t want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don’t know exactly what’s wrong either. There isn’t a way to explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being along never was. At least when you’re alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn’t anyone who won’t take ‘I don’t know’ for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.
Close your eyes, make a wish. Open your eyes, go out to the world and make that wish happen.
If you think you’re life is shit just because you have a test or some shit, remember that there’re people out there who have it 10 times worse than you.

jueves, 20 de mayo de 2010

La gente es loca |:
en cuanto mas loca mejor :D
Hoy my mother me cago a pedos , MIERDA
Hoy creo que me voy a llevar Educacion Fisica
Hoy jugué a la Wii y perdi como en la guerra
Ah si , hoy es otro dia de mi LOCA vida
Y si , despues de todo , la sigo disfrutando

It seems when you want someone, they don’t want you. And when someone wants you, you don’t want them. And when you both want each other, something has to come around and mess it up

lunes, 17 de mayo de 2010

Hola si , Solamente quiero decir que tengo una seria obsesión con
Airplanes de B.oB feat Hayley Williams & Eminem

Can we pretend that airplanes

In the night sky

Are like shooting stars

I could really use a wish right now

She may have blonde hair, wear fake nails, and hang out with the boys. But she also comes home every night, puts on her glasses, ties back her hair, and reads her books. Labels are for soup cans, not people.

This is life. People will screw you over. You’ll fight with your family. You’ll witness things that will change you forever. You’ll blame new lovers for things old lovers did. You’ll lose best friends you thought would always be there. You’ll come to realize that everyone has a past. You’ll cry, you’ll laugh, and you’ll embarrass yourself. But then, you’ll find your very own moment where none of that matters; where you can sit back and realize that shit happens to the people who can handle it and that this is who you are, and that no one should want to change you, including yourself.

domingo, 16 de mayo de 2010

Hoooooooooooola (??????
Bueh otro postinio u see .
Hoy a la siesta estaba pensando no ?
En toda esa bola de giles (?
Ajajajaja bue -.-'
Lo que queria contar nose decir , opinar , descargarme es
de todo eso de : Te la comiste ? CHAPALA ! Tranzen bldo ! Cometelo/a
que mierda es eso loco ? , ANTES , UN BESO , era como weeee , me beso , nuestro primer beso , ahora los pendejos de mierda vienen y van diciendo , te cabe un chape ? , dale te quiero comer , Vamos a chapar ? , osea me entienden , si el significa de un beso , No significa mas nada , es todo sexo , ES MAS , el sexo tampoco significa nada ahora , osea :| WTF wacho , que mierda tienen los chicos de hoy en dia , Osea tengo 12 años , soy la menor indicada para opinar , pero es la verdad , dependen de todo osea , culpen a la internet , pero gente yo estoy en internet , Amo mi Modem (? y todabia no di mi primer beso , osea todo depende de como son criados , es asi
y TAMPOCO DEPENDE DE LA JUNTA , yo tengo unas amigas que se 'chaparon' a todos los vagos posibles , pero no por no ser menos , me voy a ir a colgar del cuello de 5 vagos , no es que puteé a nuestros mayores , pero aveces echan la culpa a cosas minimas , NO DIGOS QUE NO SEA CIERTO , osea hay pendejas y pendejos que hacen eso , pero otras no , asique si conocen mejor a sus hijos sabrian eso , me entienden ? YO ODIO , que mi mamá dude de mi , osea mi mama sabia de una chica que tiene un novio y empezo a dudar de mi como persona seria , es como que ella me dio la vida , y sabe que soy lo que soy y que nunca voy a seguir lo que hacen los demas para no ser menos , osea , dolio un poco.

sábado, 15 de mayo de 2010

At this age, everything is changing. Day by day we don’t notice, but just look back over the past year and you will realize everything has. People you thought were going to be there forever aren’t, and people you never imagined you’d be speaking to are now some of your closest friends. Life makes little sense, and the more we grow the less sense it will make. So make the most of now, before it all changes once again, because in the near future, all of this is only going to be memories.
La gente es estúpida , hasta el mas inteligente es estúpido (?)
La verdad estan todos en twitter con #iloveargentina
Y yo como WTF que hago aca , amo argentina , pero nose , me aburri (?
y vengo a escribir una entrada en mi blog .
Primer quiero descargarme del mundo , de la mierda que es el mundo dia a dia
Odio gente , odio personas , odio la forma de ser de esas personas
No quiero decir que odio mi vida , porque en realidad , ESAS personas , hacen que las odie , mi vida no tiene la culpa , de que esas personas hayan entrado en ella y la arruinen , trato de ser feliz , mas de lo que puedo , hay gente que me dice , UH , UH , COMO OJALA FUERA TAN FELIZ COMO VOS :D , SOS COPADA , SOS UNA GROSA , gente , no todo lo que demuestro es lo que siento , que sonria las 24 horas del dia , no significa que lo sienta o que este feliz , que sea copada no significa que mi vida es hermosa llena de flores y no tengo nada de que preucuparme , de que aparente de que no tengo obligaciones , de que todo me chupa un huevo , NO , NO ES ASI , tengo obligaciones , tengo que estudiar , no tengo que defraudar a mis papas , que todo lo dieron por mi , entienden ? no vivo una vida de sueños , vivo mi vida , y lucho dia a dia para que sera feliz y para que sea algo para recordar , y gracias a eso conozco a personas increibles , IN CRE I BLES , nadie tiene una vida perfecta , NADIE , y dejenme decirles que la persona mas divertida , mas despreocupada , mas sonriente , mas todo , que parece que tiene una vida perfecta , es la persona que llora todas las noches en su almohada

viernes, 14 de mayo de 2010

Just because she makes fun of herself, doesn’t mean she’s completely comfortable with herself. Just because she walks alone to class, doesn’t mean she doesn’t have any friends. Just because people talk about her, doesn’t mean she likes it. Just because she laughs all the time, doesn’t make her annoying. Just because she gets a lot of attention, doesn’t mean she is an attention freak. Just because she gets things from her parents, doesn’t mean she is a spoiled brat. Just because she is a daydreamer, doesn’t mean she never pays attention. Just because she jokes around all the time, doesn’t mean she can’t be taken seriously. Just because she smiles all the time, doesn’t mean she’s happy. Just because she’s quiet sometimes, doesn’t mean she is sad. Just because she tries her hardest, doesn’t mean its gonna pay off. Just because she is called names for saying something dumb or being annoying, doesn’t mean she can keep taking it.
Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?

lunes, 10 de mayo de 2010

Hello world, I’m a girl, I have feelings, I overreact, I underestimate, I overestimate, I over think everything, I look too deep into everythings meaning, I dream big, my expectations are high, I can tell when I’m being lied to but sometimes I wish I didn’t. Yes I get jealous, and I’m always scared I’ll lose you. Thats why when I ask how you are I mean it, when I ask how was your day, I genuinely want to know, and when I say I love you, I’m not lying. Because I wish on every 11:11, and pray to God that all the signs I’m seeing aren’t being misread. Hello world, I’m a girl, and thats not easy.

viernes, 7 de mayo de 2010

Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep
I've got a sick obsession, I'm seeing it in my dreams

I'm looking down every alley, I'm making those desperate calls
Im staying up all night hoping, Hit my head against the walls

What you've got boy is hard to find
Think about it all about it all the time

I'm all strung up my heart is fried
I just cant get you off my mind

Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
I said your love, your love, your love, is my drug

Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
If you keep talking that

Blah blah blah blah blah

Boy come on get my rocks off
Come put a little love in my glove box
I wanna dance with no pants on (Holla!)

You take a deep breath And you walk through the doors It's the mornin of your very first day You say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while And try to stay out of everybody's way  It's your freshman year And 
you're gonna be here for the next 4 years In this town Hopin' one of those Senior boys Will wink at you and 
say 'I haven't seen you around before'
 Cuz when you're fifteen, somebody tells you they love you You're gonna believe them And when you're 
fifteen Feelin' like there's nothin to figure out  Count to ten Take it in This is life before you know who you're 
gonna be Fifteen...
Honestly, I think its kinda funny that you waste
your breath talking about me
Got me feeling kinda special really (so this is what your all about)

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Oh girl, you're such a shit talker
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

jueves, 6 de mayo de 2010

I’ve gotten to the point where words no longer mean anything anymore.
Somewhere there is another girl prettier than you, smarter than you, taller than you, skinnier than you. Another girl somewhere is more outgoing, more laid back,more interesting, more athletic.Another girl somewhere is not you. You may not be perfect, but someone someday will think you are. He will love you for each and every imperfection and flaw. He will wait all day just to see you and stay all night just to hold you. To him, you will be more than perfect, you’ll be the love of his life.

I'm a slut because I'll wear shorts & a tanktop, I'm anorexic because I eat as much as I want & don't gain weight. I'm a bitch because I don't let you push me around, I'm a liar because I won't tell you everything, I'm stupid because sometimes I'm wrong, I'm ugly because my face isn't perfect, I'm a whore because I like boys, I'm annoying because I'm not chill enough, I'm a loser because I'm not friends with your group, I use people because I do what's best for me, I'm fake because most of the time I'm happy, I'm weird because I'm not like you, I'm controlling because I get mad sometimes,I'm clingy because I like to be around people, I'm greedy because I like to be satisfied, I'm naive because I'm younger than you, I'm conceited because I'm proud of who I am, I'm rude because my manners aren't perfect, I'm unappreciative because I don't praise you. Don't TRY to tell me who I am because I already know.