Relying

I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy....I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need.

Music....again. As usual. As always.

Feel sad...feel bad.

Music's there.

Music's here.

I don't have anything else to rely on.

Bye.

Probando...probando.

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Once Upon a Century....

For my dreams I hold my life...
for wishes I behold my nights.....

Thorns

Every time I think about you I cannot avoid feeling strange. You are kind and beautiful. But also human, because sometimes you are annoying. I see you and I think of you, while I think about you. I admire the way you think, and the way you speak. I admire the way you feel, the way you see. All your person is admirable. You are perfect for me. But you are not for me. Because I am not what you want...and I will never be. You're looking for something that I am not. You're searching for someone who is not me. I only ask the heavens....to find somehow.....sometime...Somebody like you......

Everything is crushing.....

That's how I have been feeling these days. Some of my friends know one of the reasons. The others are a mystery, even for myself. The reason of my thoughts. The thoughts that I don´t reveal to anyone. One part of my reality is crushing. Some part of me is dying at the same time as my hopes. My mind has become a secret pandemonium. I do not know why I think and feel this way. It isn't normal. But, well, after all I am not normal. I knew it since the day I had consciousness.

Everything is falling. Inside and outside, and I do not know how to sustain the walls of my mind and my soul. I don't know how to gain the strenght that I supose to have. I am trying to control myself, as I have always done, but this time, I feel that I am losing it.

I should have been praying, or focusing in the superior power of this universe. Instead of that, I am complaining as always.

Before I complained about my loneliness, my appearance, myself, and the future. Now I complain about all that, but also, about the present and the past.

(And I only write this, because I know that the people who read this is going to "listen" to me, somehow)