I wish I could tell my story. People could look at me and see nothing. Seriously. Nobody thinks I can go to the places I've been, and i'm not even talking about real physical places. It's like waking up after listening the silence.
As always, I start talking about something and end up doing the philosophical crap I was known for when I first started thedaytheworldends.
I don't know why, but every time I break up with a girl, a new phase starts. My personality changes and I start trying new things. The worst part is that I accomplish every new desire I come up with. I could talk about Saturday, and post a pic or two. I could be so nice to upload them uncensored. But this blog was designed to be anonymous, so fuck you. Sit back and keep reading. Thank you.
I don't know why I did it. I don't know why her. I don't know why I gradually stopped text-messaging her. The thing is... Saturday was awesome.
Then there's today. I guess when you do things without thinking bad things happens. Except for me, the rule breaks when my name is mentioned: It just skips me. Seriously. Instead of being sad because a relationship ended I just wander off the beaten path and enjoy every second of it.
...And there's this second girl also... I go to her house whenever I'm bored too. Except when I'm in a relationship or something, that's a different thing.
Still that's not the tip of my stories, some of them too good or top0 dark to even wirte about them. One thing's certain, though: I've enjoyed each one of them. They're mine. They're mine to tell them, they're mine NOT to tell them... They're just memories we should forget... and leave them behind...
Somos La historia que nunca vamos a contar, somos memorias para olvidar, para dejar atras...
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