viernes, 29 de enero de 2010

Vicky !

Te conozco desde hace un año nada más; pero, en todo ese año nos hicimos muy buenas amigas (o dirías vos "mejorsitas" :3).
A veces tenemos desacuerdos (¿y quién no?), pero duran menos de cinco minutos; porque en seguida ya estamos riendonos de cualquier cosa, como siempre.
Ambas cometimos equivocaciones, no me dejaste por las mías, ni pienso dejarte por las tuyas, si no tuvieras esas equivocaciones, serías perfecta... perfectamente aburrida; ¡yo te quiero por lo que sos!
Como dije antes, siempre nos reimos de cualquier cosa; y en todos lados; paraceremos tontas para esos que nos miran raro; pero es que ellos no entienden nuestras bromas internas ¬¬
Gracias a esas risas, este año fue uno de los mejores de mi vida y que jamás voy a olvidar.
Ni las bromas en el colegio; ni los martes en tu casa (o los jueves en la mia ^^), cuando viniste a dormir a casa y tuve que sacrte a la fuerza de MI cama (y que no se te olvide: MIA), ni cuando el mundo se dio vuelta y vos me explicaste matemática a mi en vez de yo a vos (O_O), ni nada de lo que hicimos juntas; porque cada momento fue especial, inolvidable y de los mejores.
Aunque no sos mi única mejor amiga (Estes en contra de eso o no u.u) sos la que tengo más cerquita y con la que ahora comparto más.
Pero este año te cambias de colegio, y me dejás solita (snif), aunque no importa, porque me voy a instalar en tu casa igual (MUAHAHA (6)), igual voy a extrañar todas nuestras payasadas.
No importa si a veces sos un poco histerica (eso era en todo el area de la escuela, ¿no?), rarita, deprimida o enojona, yo te quiero igual porque se que vos me aguantas a mi cuando estoy en cualquiera de esas condiciones.
Esto llega a su fin, pero no sin antes decirte:
¡Feliz cumpleaños Victoria Ortiz!

¡Te amo por lo que sos, gracias por entrar a mi vida y alegrarme todos los días!

martes, 26 de enero de 2010

miércoles, 20 de enero de 2010


I thought I was the only one like me...

Now, I feel that there's anything original inside of my mind.

I don't even know why do I feel that,

I'm just mad with everything and everybody.

I can't be with someone more that five seconds without

shouting to them.

I don't want to be like that; that's not me,

but I just can't help it.

I don't feel like myself; my shiny self,

my happy self is now a lot of rubbish.

I wanna change my life for an easier one;

without all the up and downs.

But at the same time,

I don't want to.

I just wanna wait to when the storm calms down...

What can I say?

After all, I'm a teenager.

domingo, 17 de enero de 2010

lunes, 11 de enero de 2010

The Letter

Teressa read the letter lots of times, but she couldn't believe anything in it. If that person (she didn't even know if it was a girl or a boy) was really in there; how could it write it? How could it know that it was going to die, but not really know that?

'This must be only a story that someone wrote just because' she tried to convince herself.

But Teressa just couldn't help thinking that everything was real.

The letter was at the edge of a hole, maybe it was a joke, maybe not.

Teressa closed her eyes, with the letter still in her hand.

A tear crossed her face. She wanted to believe it; but forget it at the same time.

She felt tired; so she decided to sleep. She had the dream that explained everything to her...

----

I said that "The Hole" wasn't the end;
here it continues, and I'll write more ;)

sábado, 9 de enero de 2010

The Hole.

I was falling through a deep hole. I thought it would never end, when finally, my body hit the ground.
I felt like Alice when she was at Wonderland. But there wasn't any annoying cat now.
It was very dark; I couldn't even see my hand.There was no way to scape.
I wondered if i was near to the earth's centre. It wasn't hot; in fact, it was really cold.
My T-Shirt wasn't warm enough.
I decided to seet, I was so tired. I sarted feeling sleepy.
I thougt 'What could happen to me if I sleep for a little time?'
What I didn't knew then, was that I would never wake up again...


Don't worry, the story doesn't end here, so I have to say:
This will continue...

jueves, 7 de enero de 2010

White Horse


Say you're sorry
That face of an angel
Comes out
Just when you need it to
I should have konw
That I'm not a princess
This ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off
Her feet.
Now it's too late
For you and your
White horse
To come around.
This is a big world,
That was a small town;
I'm gonna find
Someone someday,
Who might actually treat me well.
Now It's too late for you
And your white horse
To catch me now.


Song: withe horse, by Taylor Swift.
Picture: Jace Wayland, by taylahbob in Deviantart

lunes, 4 de enero de 2010

What I really think about YOU

I hate the way
You go around
talking
Shouting to me
like you'd be better.
But you're nothing to me.
You are such an hypocrite.
Criticizing everithing,
then telling me you love me.
And maybe you will never know
that all this is for you
and only for you;
'cuz you're the blindest
when I try to correct you.

Made by Meryl.

domingo, 3 de enero de 2010

Keep Moving Forward


Don't give up after the first mistake.

Live your life in progress.

Mistakes don't stop you;

they teach you what not to do

the next time you try.

Don't worry, just live;

if they laugh at you

Ignore them;

They don't deserve your attention...