.Head over the clouds.

.Head over the clouds.
[ 2o/1o/o7 ]




I h a t e you. I absolutly hate you. I hate the way you make me smile. I hate you so much you make me cry. I hate that no matter what i do i can't help but think about you. I hate the fact that I try so hard to talk to you about something and you don't even bother. I hate you on so many levels that i would tear my heart into pieces. I hate the way you smell and the way you walk. I can't stand the fact of you touching other girls. I hate the fact that if you get to know me you might lose interest. I hate you, but this is the Hate, Love makes you feel.


but most of all
_______________I'd hate to lose you .
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# Posté le samedi 20 octobre 2007 13:43

Modifié le vendredi 08 février 2008 15:34

.Gone.

.Gone.


My Cam is broken, my long hair is gone, and i have done nothing productive this hole weekend. Defenetly this sucks but soon i get to do my guitar lessons. Which is awsome, and i hope i can find a voice teacher. One second, imma be a brat and tell you that i got my bellisimas vans today. Black all over with golden skulls.



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Oh dear HeartBreak__


I trust and believe that love and me are not compatible. I know I am too young and unexperienced yet to say these things. But i have got to thinking what if Inever find the person who is right for me? What if I never get married? What if never again I will go out with a guy? So many questions that no one can really answer. Questions who are the consequence of one single person, him. Yes him, he who haunts my mind 24 hours a day, seven days a week and 365 days a year. Just the simple fact of thinking that you are loosing interest in me makes me feel like no guy in the world will ever be interested in me again. It's funny how one single guy can change the perspective from which you saw life before, how easy it is for him to make you smile and ever so easy to destroy you. It's funny how by just one look you heart can pound so hard and so fast that maybe it will just burst out of your chest. Love is funny, it's amazing, it's joyful but it is also devastating, horrible and cruel. So beautiful is the feeling that grows in you like a seed then blossoms to a rose but then so tremendous is the blow when love deceives you like a hurricane hitting the fragile rose. Those who do experience this wonderful joy are certainy ever so lucky, but those who don't feel the need of having it. These people some full of hope and others full of dispair but both ask the same question: Will I ever find Love? People say you are not the one who finds love, on the contrary it is Love who finds you. For certain love takes 2 minutes to come others an eternity or soit seems. Me, it seems like eternity is on my side. My heart both filled with hope and despaire, but mostly of childish girly dreams. Those dreams which are filled with joy, happiness and an eternity of Love. Yes, me I am waiting for my joy because I have found it but it seems it hasn't seen me yet. This joy i encouter every single day when I cross your way, when my eyes make contact with yours my heart pounds as fats as a ferrari and that is how for the rest of the day a smile will rest on my face. If only this feeling would be shared by you too. Oh dear heart break, will I ever find Love too?

Vans of the year*:
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# Posté le jeudi 27 septembre 2007 15:25

Modifié le mercredi 10 octobre 2007 16:51

.It's in the simplicty.

.It's in the simplicty.
The start of a new start. The begining of a change, the ageging of the young. Once again we have changed our blog. As simple as that, just like snaping our fingers or twitching our toes. Some things are so easy to change. Specially all these virtual net things the human race has created. All these blogs, myspaces, orkuts, facebooks and so on and so forth. Things we can change judging by our mood or our matureness. We can be fakes, pretend to be some one else that seems cooler than us, or maybe some one that we always wanted to be but can't seem to find a way to show this person because of the fear of being rejected by the rest. We live in a complexe world where people are on a constant quest for simlpicty, beauty and hapiness. I wish life was as simple as our internautic lives. A life we're no matter who you are you seem to be accepted, no metter how dorky you might be you seem extremly cool, or no matter how stupid you are writting a paragraphe of what you think or robbing the ideas of orther people will make you look smart. That's one of the consequences. How to prove the authenticity of our actions and words. How can you really prove who you say be to be and make people believe you ? No mathode, just pure luck. If the person is as innocent or naive to believe your the singer of the group whatever then your all set. But still it's simple, some times life should be as simple. A life with out conflict or wars. A life without discrimination or racism, a place where you wont be judged for what you look like, an existance that is relative, an identety that can be changed no matter what the occasion. Imagine a place like that. Imagine a place where you could walk around dark and gloomy sreets without worying if at the next turn you could get raped or robed A city where the main and true priority is to satisfy the citizen and where the citizen is greatful for what he has. A land where poverty and famine are only wild nightmares. Natiosn where our wildest dreams will come true as long as it's in the benefit of every person in it. Where greed and power are like bad words that shouldn't be pronounced. Where unfaithfulty and unloyalty don't exist. Where with the snap or a finger and a big heart the world can be changed. But i guess this is only in our wildest dreams_?

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# Posté le jeudi 20 septembre 2007 12:18

Modifié le jeudi 27 septembre 2007 15:22

.Back to the rutine.

.Back to the rutine.
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Back again to the same old rutine. To the smelly bathrooms filled with preppy girls. Back to seeing people I'm not happy to see.Back to those corridors with that particular smell filled with memories i don't want to feel again. Back to all those teachers that are constantly preparing us for the next step. Back to those dull dim prefabricated classes. Back to that grass where i spent my last summer days laying down in the mad heat waiting for something, waiting for the next class, waiting to get out and go home, waiting to finish school and start summer. Back to the timetable. Back to arriving home exausted and hungry. Back to studying till you can't anymore. Back to the stress of whether or not you get a good grade. Back to boredom and dispair for the people in it. Back to a prison you can't escape. Back to waking up and catching the bus. Back to working but can't help to fall a s l e e p.



Back to sch o o l
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# Posté le mercredi 12 septembre 2007 10:43

Modifié le mardi 18 septembre 2007 12:09