"¿Qué es lo que haces? ¿Qué es lo que trazas? ¿Qué es lo que ordenas? Mira que haces contra ti mismo, trazando tu deshonrra y ordenando tu perdición? Buena es tu esposa Camila, quieta y sosegadamente la posees, nadie sobresalta tu gusto, sus pensamientos no salen de las paredes de su casa, tú eres su cielo en la tierra, el blanco de sus deseos, el cumplimiento de sus gustos y la medida por donde mide su voluntad, ajustándola en todo con la tuya y con la del cielo. Pues si la mina de su honor, hermosura, honestidad y recogimiento te da sin ningún trabajo toda la riqueza que tiene, y tú puedes desear, ¿para qué quieres hondar la tierra y buscar nuevas vetas de nuevo y nunca visto tesoro, poniéndote a peligro que todo se venga abajo, pues en fin se sustenta sobre los débiles arrimos de su flaca naturaleza? Mira que el que busca lo imposible, es justo que lo posible se le niegue, como lo dijo mejor un poeta, diciendo:

Busco en la muerte la vida,
salud a la enfermedad,
en la prisión libertad,
en lo cerrado salida,
y en el traidor lealtad.

Pero mi suerte, de quien
jamás espero algún bien,
con el cielo ha estatuído,
que pues lo imposible pido,
lo posible aun no me den."

-Lotario. La novela del Curioso Impertinente. El ingenioso hidalgo Don Quijote de la Mancha

She

Sometimes is frightening to see the mistakes of the people we want to be.

3.59 n the morning.

You don't know who I am, well neither do I. Crying and laughing, honestly I don't give a shit, but I'm thinking of you anyways. My hate and my love met up again and they want you here, here under my feet, so be ready for some war.
The noise of the street sounds like your voice, at least I hear so. My mind told me that you were right in front of me all this years, and now I know you were not.
Make me stop, shut my mouth again, you bastard. Lie to me in order to get my silence. Because my voice makes you feel guilty, although you know you're guilty, I don't have to tell you that. So let me scream, because that's all I've got now.

It's difficult for me to see myself in the mirror. This went all so fast, I've stopped to think, and I've cried rivers. You know I'm sick. My mind is a trickster, my body is made of crystal. And your words, I can't stop thinking in them. You broke me, you know? And you don't even said sorry. Not even that. But you know what? I don't care if you don't love me. I love you and it won't change. That's good for you, or bad for me, it depends on you, you may apologize... or not.
Still can't believe that this whole year was a lie. Can't believe you said I was a fool for thinking this was getting weird. I did it all for you. I didn't want you like this, but still was with you, always, can't you do the same for me? As you used to.
My chest hurts. My tears fall eveytime I say your name, everytime I remember you. Even the Cindor we drank yesterday makes me cry, I'm such an idiot.
But they are right. Everybody is. People never change.

missinyou

"I want a time machine to step the whole week and have our fridays, like. HEY, TODAY IS FRIDAY, AND TOMORROW... IT'S FRIDAY :D."

I'm so sick.

Have you ever felt how your heart pumped blood when you're nervous? That feeling of being sick~. Well that happens to me all the time. It's driving me mad, I'm sure it's not normal. I thought I was actually sick but people said that it was nothing, the tests and that medical stuff say so, too; but it won't help me to control my daily cardiac arrest. Because everything makes me nervous now, that I feel lonely and I can't stand little things, my mind seems to play with me. Not really fun, huh? But what can I do? Meet Doctor House? I don't think so, although it could work, actually. I know people don't understand me and I'm fine with that, I guess.

I hope to get better before I die. -dramaqueen-