¿Por qué esos esfuerzos, esos arrebatos, esas ansiedades y esa miseria?
Apparently not the only one who has lost all hope, or at least a bit
If you had the life to be here with me, if you weren't long dead, then perhaps you wouldn't be able to console me or make me feel better, perhaps you'll so greatly despise me, perhaps you wouldn't even care at all, perhaps you'd be fucking proud, to have opened at least one pair of eyes.
Don't get me wrong, I liked the fact that I got to know you, I guess it's all worth it, and it won't have too much of an impact on me even though I agree with ever single word you say.
They have said horrible things, along with the obvious good ones. I never did believe, I guess I am an optimist at heart.
As I close my eyes and look within, after a long time of absense, Can't really help to be ashamed of the amount of time I've been wasting, I have never had even the slightest idea of what I should do, which never stopped me from trying. Fortunately.
It has always been a battle between Giving up and Holding on, the second has won by far, despite of my weak and pathetic attempts of having the first as a winner. I have always been to fucking weak to fight against what I really love.
"La verdad se disfraza de ilusión para influir en la voluntad", and it scares me, that no one's will will ever be disguised =[
There are many things I want in my life and I don't want any of them to fucking interfere with the others.
[I am not closed, nor I try to end discussions, most things are indeed subjective. Dammit.]
A weird post, for a weird mood...
Apparently not the only one who has lost all hope, or at least a bit
If you had the life to be here with me, if you weren't long dead, then perhaps you wouldn't be able to console me or make me feel better, perhaps you'll so greatly despise me, perhaps you wouldn't even care at all, perhaps you'd be fucking proud, to have opened at least one pair of eyes.
Don't get me wrong, I liked the fact that I got to know you, I guess it's all worth it, and it won't have too much of an impact on me even though I agree with ever single word you say.
They have said horrible things, along with the obvious good ones. I never did believe, I guess I am an optimist at heart.
As I close my eyes and look within, after a long time of absense, Can't really help to be ashamed of the amount of time I've been wasting, I have never had even the slightest idea of what I should do, which never stopped me from trying. Fortunately.
It has always been a battle between Giving up and Holding on, the second has won by far, despite of my weak and pathetic attempts of having the first as a winner. I have always been to fucking weak to fight against what I really love.
"La verdad se disfraza de ilusión para influir en la voluntad", and it scares me, that no one's will will ever be disguised =[
There are many things I want in my life and I don't want any of them to fucking interfere with the others.
[I am not closed, nor I try to end discussions, most things are indeed subjective. Dammit.]
A weird post, for a weird mood...
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