Why live?

When we are so small, so insignicant. Our presence is the mere result of a chain of casualties... We're nothing to the Universe... are we?
I guess you could say you can live to be happy. I think it's most people's choice, but it doesn't really satisfy me. Sure, you're happy, and? That's it? Like happiness could be "achieved" - real & absolute happiness is only felt rarely and for a very short time. It gets mixed with other ugly ingredientes later.. However, I think people are happy when they feel fulfilled. If they feel fulfilled after doing 'productive' things, then I guess living could be useful, at least to that person & the ones close to him/her. Why does living have to be useful? Why does everything have to 'useful'? Why can't things just.. be? And if people are happy when they are fulfilled.. that feeling also lasts for a short time- they're hungry for more then. So people would never be completely fulfilled, meaning that in a way, they'd live forever, because they'd never die, they'd never reach that objetive of happiness.
They would have been wrong from the start.

So... again: Why live?

...I really wish I didn't have these thoughts sometimes...

Will you love me when I'm gone..? ♫

I thought I'd finally understood why he loved me, but.. really.. sometimes I think I'll die alone. Who would like to lie with something like me? I know he does, right..? I think.. I believe him when he tells me things, but when he's not with me anymore, I can't help but doubt it.. especially after my attitudes..

Love.

I love you.

You're perfect to me.

- Could you please tell me what the fuck is perfect about me? That I'm jealous, questioning, full of fears, that I-
- Yes.

You're all I ever wanted.




...and still, I just can't get through my head what the hell is so great about me. Why he loves me and not someone else. There're so many better girls than me.. prettier, funnier, whatever.. I'm not 'arguing' against his loving me, obviously, but.. why me? Why not someone else? I don't get it. I know I'm quite crazy and abnormal, no-one can deny that.. but that doesn't make me worth of him or of his love. I'm jealous, complicated, impatient, lazy, boring, & so much more.. why and how can he not just bear with me, but actually want me?

I miss you.

I've already 'used' that song, but whatever... I miss you <3
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow... I need tomorrow to be today!

If I lay here...

If I just lay here
would you lie with me
and just forget the world...?

Risks.

So, I guess I'm not worth taking a risk, uh...? Well, what did ever make me think that I was worth it? Oh, wait, you. With all due respect, fuck you.
I know that wishing for something is never the same than having it right in front of you, but.. you could've started doubting a little sooner... you could've thought twice before saying all that stuff, if in the end, you were still gonna doubt it...
at least my self-esteem is where it belongs now :) (nowhere)

Hugs.

I had never, ever, in my whole life, asked for one. Now I have done so, twice, not directly, but I have.. and he gave me one, so he owes me another one now.
I spent so many years wishing for someone to give me one.. but I could never ask for one, I'm not sure why.
Anyway, the point is.. I spent so much time longing for one, and I felt like it never came.. and now that it did... shit, it was worth the wait. And that was only one.

How do you do it...?

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew
Meet me in outerspace
I will hold you close,
If you're afraid of heights


...You're a mountain that
I want to climb
not to conquer
but to share in the view...

Funny that Incubus (and not another band) reflects so apropiately my feelings :)
We're going at a really slow pace, but.. I guess I can keep up to it. Even if it can be frustrating, I guess we're going in the right direction... and it'd be totally worth the patience & time it seems it'll take.

You do something to me...

...that I can't explain...
...so would I be out of line...
...if I said... I miss you...?



I want to get close to him... but I'm scared, I'm afraid...
I have no experience in this at all and yet I'm expecting so much.. I think my standards are too high for anyone, really.. but if it's not him, then who...? I didn't think there'd ever be someone before meeting him, so I shouldn't think this way.. But really, it's so rare.. I don't want to ruin this... He makes me smile.. at anytime.. but what if when he really gets to know me, he doesn't want me anymore? What if there's no 'dark side' to him? I know, we've all got it... but he just seems so simple, so happy.. probably because I barely know him.. but what if I ruin him..? I don't want to make mistakes, I don't want to hurt him or do anything wrong with him.. but there's no way I won't make any mistakes..
...I don't like this... I just want to see him and hear him laugh and be happy with him.. but I'm probably asking for too much... why the hell would someone like me deserve someone like him? I'm just so wrong, while he's so right...
I wish I could see him again.. I need to find some excuse, something really tempting that he can't refuse... I don't know what to do.. I want to tell him, but face-to-face, I'm sick of being a coward.. but even if I see him, will I be able to tell him? I'm so stupid.. I don't even have a right to like him, and yet I can't help it.. I can't see how anyone could...


- I've got a really great compliment for you, and it's true.
- ...I'm so afraid you're about to say something awful.
- Don't be pessimistic, it's not your style. Okay, here I go: Clearly, a mistake. I've got this, what - ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in fifty or sixty percent of the cases, a pill really helps. I *hate* pills, very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I'm using the word "hate" here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never... well, you were there, you know what you said. Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills.
- I don't quite get how that's a compliment for me.
- You make me want to be a better man.

Qué bronca...

Deberías ser vos el muerto, no él.

Lo último que te merecés es una bonita jubilación, un buen dinero por mes, unas lindas vacaciones y cada tanto una feliz visita. Tendrías que estar en el infierno, pudriéndote poco a poco bajo la tierra.
Pero no, estás acá para seguir cagando vidas... Lo bueno es que esta vez la jodiste a la otra perra. Qué lindo, pero qué lindo saber que ella también cobró por sus forradas y, mejor aún, de tu parte. A ver si así aprende un poco...
Y no sé, supongo que como le tocó a ella, ya te va a tocar a vos ;)

Menos mal que nadie es inmortal. No puedo esperar a escupir tu tumba.


Y no, sabés qué? Aunque vos y tu asquerosa gente piensen que así van a lograr derrumbar más de una década de trabajo, tengo la perversamente feliz noticia de que NO, cerrar la empresa no va a quitar todo ese trabajo. Porque soy su hija, porque mamá me va a seguir contando como se rompió el orto laburando por lo que quería y cómo LO LOGRÓ. Cerrar la empresa no es algo más que económico, burocrático... Su fuerza, su esfuerzo, su valentía, quedan en mi mamá, en mis hermanos, en mí, en todos los que lo conocimos. ¡NO LOGRÁS NADA!

New Year.

Happy New Year! Have a great 2010! Let's hope this next year is the best ever!! Yeah!! Wooh!! Blablablabla!!!
I don't get why people make such a ruckus over new year. Tomorrow, is just another day. Nothing is going to really change except those two numbers in the calendar. Shouldn't we be as excited as we're for tomorrow and the rest of the year, every day? The change in the number of the year doesn't really mean anything. It's just something many people hold on to to make lots of wishes and all that. It bothers me.
If at least the end of the year did mark something... some change... but it's actually pretty incoherent. I mean, we measure time before and after Christ (religion). We say a year is the time it takes the Earth to go one full round around the Sun. wtf? That doesn't make sense. We're mixing science with religion. Unless you believe the Earth started going round the Sun when Christ was born. Then, it does make sense... but I doubt you believe that. Years were "made" only for comfort.
So really, it's just a very incoherent thing. If at least this was a reason for people making good things, well, it'd have something good to it. But all people do is talk. They all say they wish for the following year to bring peace, love, hope, money, health, etc. etc., but they don't do one fucking thing to make any of that come true. So it's just a very incoherent and hypocritical holiday. Bah.


Hope you have a great day tomorrow, and the next day, and the following one, etc etc for the rest of your life :)

Worth it.

Fuck it. You know what? I'm tired of crying, of missing him, of wanting him back. He's gone and that's it. So I'm gonna make every fucking second of his life worth it. I'm going to work my ass off and I'm going to be the best at whatever I want, the same way in which he was.

I love you ♥.

The Rev: crazy forever!

The Rev has died. He fucking died. But you know what? He hasn't left us. That's an important thing to remember. He didn't leave us, only his body has. His talent, his passion, his crazyness, everything he was, is still with and in us. The way in which he and the band changed me, won't go away just because he isn't with us anymore -physically-. Everything he means to me... remains the same. Nothing will change. Yes, it sucks that he died because I'll never be able to meet him and thank him properly, because I'll never listen to him play live, ever, because I won't be able to hear those fucking amazing songs he could have created.
However, I have those fucking amazing songs he did write and record and share with all of us. I have the recordings of all those marvellous concerts they played. I have the memories of those who were able to meet him and listen to him, face-to-face. I have everything he gave and what he didn't give, too. I have all of him, and luckily we can all get to it, we can all google it or youtube it or whatever.

Thank you ♥

We still have him.

PS: Like he hadn't been awesome enough... LOOK AT THIS!!!



(Yes, HE asked for the fucking flag :DDDD)

I'm on the outside looking in...

...I turned my back on myself again... I got to turn my world around, cos it keeps on knocking me down...



I just can't be part of anything, can I? I'm always late... Why? Okay, there's at least one group of people who I somehow feel comfortable being with, and I have fun and it's nice. But what about the rest?
I'm in the argentinian Avenged Sevenfold Street Team. A small group of people. You'd think that after a few months, you'd feel part of it. Nope. I've probably been in it for a year (maybe a little more) and I still feel as awkard as the first time I met with them. I've also thought about 'quitting' it, but I decided Avenged Sevenfold deserved a little help from me, after all they've done for me.. (even if they have no idea about it).
Then, there's this forum. I already knew that most of the users there were already friends from another forum, but I thought I'd be able to become part of the group. Wrong. I heard about it from some friends. This forum is about a book saga. They talk about the characters & everything even outside the forum, but I'm never talked to about it. I 'disappeared' from that forum for months, and when I came back, nobody noticed (and it's not that I never posted or anything).

See? This and many other reasons are why I feel like I was a ghost or something. I'm there, I'm here, people know me... but it's almost like they didn't remember me. (My ex-classmates, from Primary school, have been organizing to get together this weekend for a few days now. Nobody remembered to invite me, except for someone who sent me a message today.)

So, after all this that always comes to my mind from time to time, since I've always felt like this, I leave you with one of my favorites songs that always makes me remember why I have to be hopeful :) Wait for me, California! I'll get there, even if it'll be in a few years...

♥

Same old feelings...

Podría desaparecer y nada cambiaría. Tal vez... bueno, sí, en casa sí. Pero nada más. El resto sería igual... seguramente un "che, Teff está re desaparecida, ¿no?", "Sí, mal"; y ahí quedaría. Nada más...


...pero bueno, todavía estoy acá, así que haré lo posible por disfrutar al máximo mi estadía... ^^u

Quiero.

Quiero cagarme de hambre. Quiero sufrir. Quiero preocuparme. Quiero saltar. Quiero gritar. Quiero emocionarme. Quiero llorar. Quiero crear. Quiero inspirar. Quiero imitar. Quiero que me imiten. Quiero hacer llorar. Quiero hacer sufrir. Quiero hacer que los demás griten conmigo. Quiero hacer soñar. Quiero saber que hice sentir lo que me hicieron sentir.
QUIERO QUE TODO GIRE EN TORNO A LA MÚSICA.

(In English: I want to fast. I want to suffer. I want to worry. I want to jump. I want to scream. I want to get excited & emotional. I want to cry. I want to create. I want to inspire. I want to imitate. I want to be imitated. I want to make others cry. I want to make other suffer. I want to make others scream with me. I want to make others dream. I want to know that I made others feel what I've felt. I WANT EVERYTHING TO REVOLVE AROUND MUSIC.)



...Just that ♥

Edit:

Another night follows the day
Like a child does to its mother
And everywhere I look, I see your face
On the face of others
And I can't escape the pain...

All the questions I went through
I never told myself the truth
I turned my back on you and me
Cause I was scared to see
That we weren't who we used to be
So now I'm...

Trying hard to let go, let you go
But I can't seem to loosen my grip
Trying hard to let go, let you go
Let you go, go...

I feel an emptiness inside
A part of me already died
When I pretended to go on
Like everything's ok

Then all we built began to fall
As I began to lose it all
I shut my eyes and set me free
Cause I was scared to see
That we weren't who we used to be
So now I'm...

Trying hard to let go, let you go
But I can't seem to loosen my grip
Trying hard to let go, let you go
Let you go, go

You're all that I ever wanted
You're everything that I need
But now it's finally over
Time for goodbyes
I need it so now I'm...

Trying hard to let go, let you go
But I can't seem to loosen my grip
Trying hard to let go, let you go
Let you go, go

I'm trying hard to let go...
let you go, go...

Just to make it clear, in my case, this isn't about 'love'; it's about me & my best friend. Yeah. It sucks. I just hope that we can re-build our relationship; we've both changed... so much. At least, I have. Her? I don't know. I haven't talked with her long enough in all these months to be able to tell, so I'm basing my opinion in the brief moments we've had... And yes, all this might sound so exaggerated but she helped me so much, she made me feel understood, something that no-one else could... She wiped that terrible loneliness I felt...

This is why I hate to depend on others.

Notebook.

I bought this notebook around 5 or 6 years ago, for a classmate's birthday... and I kept it for myself. I know, a horrible attitude.. but hey, I was like 10 years old and instantly fell in love with it, but had no other reason to buy it than that birthday...

From time to time, I'd find it one more time and look at it again, but I always put it away once more because I didn't know what to use it for.

Until yesterday.

Yes, I've finally written something on it!

And I really like what I wrote :D I might copy it here later.

We're people watching...

Well I'm just people watching
The other people watching me
And we're all people watching
The other people watching we
We're as lonely as we wanted to be
We're all as lonely as we wanted to be
Just as lonely as we wanted to be
I'm just you, you're just me
But it's only true, if we believe
Well there really ain't no use in stopping
What nobody never told me not to do
So I'll keep people watching, watching me now
Finding my way back to you
We're as lonely as we wanted to be
We're all as lonely as we wanted to be
I'm just as lonely as I wanted to be
I'm just you, you're just me
But it's only true, if we believe
I see so many feet going so many ways
People passing by, they got nothing to say
All on our own, just watching and confused
Nobody told me what to do
I can't stop breaking all the rules
And I'm just people watching
The other people watching me
We're all people watching
The other people watching we
We're as lonely as we wanted to be
We're not so lonely as we wanted to be
I'm just as lonely as I wanted to be
Not so lonely

Lonely, lonely, lonely

I've always felt lonely, ever since I was a kid. Back then, I used to be that kind of stupid person who did anything to be 'liked'. Luckily, I don't do that anymore (not that being like that was of any use anyway), but my loneliness is still the same. I wonder why... I know I have friends and family who love me very much, but... I still feel like I'm on the outside looking in (...) I got to turn my world around, cos it keeps on knocking me down ♪, and also even more like My soul is in a coma, but none of my friends can tell that I'm reaching out and getting nothing...

Papa Roach= ♥

Passion.

I don't understand how people can live without feeling passionate towards anything. I've tried- I've put myself in their shoes, I've thought about reasons or benefits that it could have... but I'm lost. I would find such an existence so terribly, so sadly, boring, dull, dead... empty.
I can't understand how some of my friends live their lives like that, and they're perfectly happy. Of course I don't mean that they shouldn't be, I just can't understand it. Yes, they enjoy dancing, being with their friends and going to the cinema- the usual. And that's it. That's it. How can that be it? How can their happiness be so... limited, shall I say? I don't know if it's the correct term, but that's how I see it. I don't think there's anything they're "addicted" to, anything that makes life worth living it just to avoid losing it- be it love, life, music, art, or whatever. I think that's why they're so... indifferent when they're asked about what career they'll choose. They're like "I don't know, I could do this or that I guess...". Do they even have dreams?
Holy sh**, I hadn't even wondered about that. I spend half of my days daydreaming (which obviously isn't healthy), but they must have some kind of dream, as crazy as it may be, right? I'm not expecting to share a stage with Avenged Sevenfold♥, but if you ask me what my dream is, I can answer without a doubt that it's being able to make music, have a band, and be able to live off it. If I asked them, I wonder if they'd know... I now feel obligated to ask them that question, and their answer will probably be wtf? and a weird look, but I still have to try or I'll never know. Maybe they're just like me, scared of their dreams and so they won't share them... (I know I shouldn't be scared and I should be able to shout it to the whole world, but when I'm asked about it I keep answering "I don't know". Partially, because it's way easier to say that. It saves me a lot of "explaining"- and btw, why if somebody wants to study, for example, medicine, they don't have to say anything, yet if somebody wants to do music they have to "explain themselves"? I don't see the difference.)

Anyway, what was the point of all this....? I can't remember anymore. I just know I came and wrote this because I had been thinking about it and wanting to write it for a few days but kept forgetting... hopefully tomorrow I'll remember and edit this entry :)

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[Random]: Also, I love the way in which Jason Mraz keeps inspiring me ♥ His songs clearly keep dancing around my head without my aknowledging (?) it, and so I keep getting ideas for avatars, signatures, drawings... things I seldomly (or never, in the case of digital art) did, and now I keep doing something new of the sort everyday, which is awesome :D I love to learn♥

Here's a sample:


And last but not least, today I woke up and wrote the following "lyrics":

Would you please
hurry up a bit?
But don't forget to
watch your step
I don't even know you
and I'm already making requests,
but time is ticking away
and I'm getting behind
all these rocks, all these traps

Will we hold our hands
and watch the sun hide
behind the ocean,
while a fresh breeze
tickles our skin?
No, I hope we won't need
to travel to meet Heaven
All we'll need is eachother
A walk in the park,
a race to the car,
that we'll be enough
as long as we're together

Oh, love
I cry for your presence,
for your company,
for your heart.

Ewww, it's really cheesy/corny/whateverthewordis.. Gah. Still, I want critics. Is it too cliché? and I really dislike that last part. I know I had a better idea but while writing the rest I forgot it D: Obviously this wouldn't be a "song" because it doesn't even have a structure and it's probably incoherent, too. But hey, it's a start! I still have to look all that I've written to make it better, but I still don't feel like doing it so... some other day.

Thanks for taking the time to read this ♥

How?

That's today's question.

How can I speak when I have no voice? Why would I scream if still noone will hear me?
How can I be when I have no presence?
How can I show myself if I'm hiding?
How can I help when I can't even listen?
How can I change to something if I'm nothing? How can I make sense when I'm so full of contradictions?
How can I stand up when I can't even stand still?
How can I move when all I want is to slow down?
How can I keep myself together if every two seconds I feel another part of me drifting apart?
How can I be close to others if I'm closed like a pandora box?

H O W ?


That's what I'm going to find out. There's no other chance; after all, I see life as a win-win situation.