Christmas to me.

In fact, something weird.
To realize in such a moment made out of flashbacks, dancing to the rhythm of my own memories, bringing back feelings I thought I would never feel again. A woman was never supposed to feel harmed, nor disabled.
A woman should be practically canonized if proved all she did in her life was done for thr truth of her heart's purest love. A woman should be made with love, through all the years of her life.

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I'm beginning to believe in saints. I believe in me.

thoughts running away from my mind

There are things we can never forget. There are dreams we're not willing to get lost with, to run away from, so they keep tormenting you till the day you're gone. Maybe they're all trying to say something.
-They?
Yes, your own dreams. The thoughts you thought were too wild for reality. But oh dear, they are real. If you open your eyes and you find the good looks of charming death hanging around, smile my friend, it is not close enough to take you, only to break a piece of you, to crack your mind open so you can finally breathe, relieved.
We learn by not thinking, by acting. To act is the first step to live. Yes, I've discovered it last year.

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I'm nothing that I wish I were. I wish I was taller, skinnier, prettier, smarter. But whatever the hell I'm supposed to do here on earth I'll hold on to it with all the strength I own and I shall release it. After all, all I can really do to change the world is being who I am.

some stupid problem

For a weird reason I had to change my blog, i didn't understand but since I'm not doing ANYTHING i just did it.

Hope you enjoy it, okay?

Welcome ou Whatever

It has been a fake journey. A fake interest. A fake fake created to destroy me, only me in this world. I know... I sound delightful. I might even sound terrific. But all I have always tried to sould like was just truthful. I've been truthful. I've been humiliated. Drowned as a heavy stone. Himiliation has always been a part of me, since the moment I've come to my senses that all that's wrong is actually wrong with me. I'm the problem. Why won't you kill me? Why won't you spit on my face? Wear my sandals, make me walk on fire, make me ask for water, make me drink my own blood. Why won't you? Am I too much for you? Or am I just too truthful?

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Would you please NOT answer? I don't want to hear it from you cause I know you'll ask me whatever I'm not into answering. All I'm here for is to indulge. I'M INDULGING A SIN. For I was born into a world thorn apart, and I'm willing to die for it.