Well, today I'm going to tell my secret wishes:
- I wish I was popular;
- I wish I could go to parties every weekend;
- I wish I had money to go shopping;
- I wish I had a cute boyfriend;
- I wish that, to say sorry, would be easy, simple. And the person would forgive me easily;
- I wish I had a best friend like the movies;
- I wish I could get so drunk I wouldn't even remember my name;
These are some of my secret wishes, but I know, that every teenager in the world, wishes something like that.
sábado, 22 de janeiro de 2011
terça-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2011
what to do
What to do, when you are lost?
What to do, when you are feeling lonely?
Where to run?
Which path to choose?
What to do?
I probably don't know, I have no one. I am just another person in the world, living alone under a bridge. I am nothing, near the whole world. My acts won't change anything. My choices won't afect anyone.
I haven't always been like this, you know, pessimist. When I was a child, I used to think everything was gonna be all right, everybody would be ok. But I was wrong. When I was, I think 12, my mom started to feel sick. And then, suddenly, without warning, without fanfare, without preparation, she had a baby, and died, leaving the baby to my care. My little brother. He was so small, and I did not know how to handle him. My father had left long ago, and I doubted my bother's father would come back to us.
So I left my brother at the door of a house where there lived a childless couple, I waited until morning, they opened the door, saw my brother, and adopted him. I was happy in that moment, but only a few hours later, I was crying my heart out. Once, I had everything, a mother, a brother, a father. Even if I didn't have a house, or went to school, I was happy. Truly happy. But now, there was I. Alone in the world with only 12 years. I grew up thinking I was alone, thinking I was going to die. Everytime I went to sleep, the same nightmares plagued me. Night after night.
Some years later, when I was 17, I found a guy, he was wonderfull to me. Even thought I was a homeless girl, he loved me. We stayed together, and I got pregnant. But then, the unpredictable. There was him, there was a car. The car was running, he was crossing the street. The car hit him. In a moment, he was alive, in the other, he wasn't. I was completely broken. All I wanted, was to die. But and the baby inside of me? He needed someone. He needed to live. I decided to do my best to take care of him.
And, well, here I am, alone, weak, thin, starving, tired, ill, pregnant and homeless... But I know, that someday, I'll be happy again.
I just don't know what to do.
What to do, when you are feeling lonely?
Where to run?
Which path to choose?
What to do?
I probably don't know, I have no one. I am just another person in the world, living alone under a bridge. I am nothing, near the whole world. My acts won't change anything. My choices won't afect anyone.
I haven't always been like this, you know, pessimist. When I was a child, I used to think everything was gonna be all right, everybody would be ok. But I was wrong. When I was, I think 12, my mom started to feel sick. And then, suddenly, without warning, without fanfare, without preparation, she had a baby, and died, leaving the baby to my care. My little brother. He was so small, and I did not know how to handle him. My father had left long ago, and I doubted my bother's father would come back to us.
So I left my brother at the door of a house where there lived a childless couple, I waited until morning, they opened the door, saw my brother, and adopted him. I was happy in that moment, but only a few hours later, I was crying my heart out. Once, I had everything, a mother, a brother, a father. Even if I didn't have a house, or went to school, I was happy. Truly happy. But now, there was I. Alone in the world with only 12 years. I grew up thinking I was alone, thinking I was going to die. Everytime I went to sleep, the same nightmares plagued me. Night after night.
Some years later, when I was 17, I found a guy, he was wonderfull to me. Even thought I was a homeless girl, he loved me. We stayed together, and I got pregnant. But then, the unpredictable. There was him, there was a car. The car was running, he was crossing the street. The car hit him. In a moment, he was alive, in the other, he wasn't. I was completely broken. All I wanted, was to die. But and the baby inside of me? He needed someone. He needed to live. I decided to do my best to take care of him.
And, well, here I am, alone, weak, thin, starving, tired, ill, pregnant and homeless... But I know, that someday, I'll be happy again.
I just don't know what to do.
segunda-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2011
wonder
I wonder what it feels, to be loved.
I wonder how it feels, to love.
I wonder how it feels, to have someone you could call yours.
But I'll just keep wondering. Because these days, all the boys are GAYS.
I wonder how it feels, to love.
I wonder how it feels, to have someone you could call yours.
But I'll just keep wondering. Because these days, all the boys are GAYS.
sábado, 15 de janeiro de 2011
time passes;
"October…November…December…January…Time passes. Even
when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me." – Bella Swan
segunda-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2011
promisse
he: I'm going to miss you...
she: me too... can you promisse me only one thing?
he: sure...
he: sure...
he: do you promisse you won't forget me? Do you promisse you will always remember us, everything we've gone through, all the fights, all the kisses, all the places we went togheter, all the cute thing we've done to each other, every gift, every present, every happy and sad memory of us?
he: I promisse you, with all my heart, I'll never forget you. Never, ever...
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