que triste

I feel so alone.

pobrecita

I hope my sister never thinks this about me.

las confesiones de un chillona

" And it's hard to be a human being
And it's harder as anything else"


"A little bit closer,
I know you're not bashful
There, now that's not so bad, is it?
So what was that secret?
What did that prick whisper to you?
Was it playful and flirty
Or degrading and dirty?
I know you like it both ways
So -- what did he say?
To make you so goddamn defiant
So fucking triumphant"


"Baby
Black, black, black is all you see
Don't you want to be free?
Baby
Red, red fire is what you breathe
Don't you want to be clean?
Honey, the shape you're in
Is worse every time you spin
Baby Doll
Turn out the lights
Set yourself on fire
Say goodnight
Did you have a real cool time?
Baby
Black, black, black is all you see
Don't you want to be free?"


"This shit it's making me tired
it's making me tired
it's making me tired
I'm-a gonna go out in style go out in style"


"They say California is a recipe for a black hole
and i say I've got my best shoes on
I'm ready to go (ready to go)
ready to go
ready to go
I'm ready to go
ready to go
ready to go
ready to go
I'm ready to go
ready to go
ready to go
ready to go
I'm ready to go
ready to go
ready to go
ready to go
I'm ready to go..."

"I Lost 43 pounds in 2 weeks!!!"

... if only.



I have so much to type I just can't seem to find the courage.


Note to self:

The diet pills are causing bad side effects:
nausea, chest pains, odd dreams, dizziness, light headedness(not a word.. haha), irritability, cold sweats and weakness.
On the bright side though, I definitely am not hungry... but now I am eating out of boredom... but less than I would normally.

Liquid fasts up the wazoo, and they really do make me feel better... except when I eat a bagel at 6 pm... a failure in itself.

work... stressful. deceit. promotions? maybe I don't want that. I am just so confused on what I should be doing. I am faithful to my mentors though, as if I wouldn't be... You're not as great or handsome as you think... in fact, you've become less attractive. Yes, I said, erm, typed it.

You know, you once told me you liked how when I wrote it wasn't necessary to read between the lines... thank you.


Damn, I lost my train of thought.

I'm not creative enough to use my own words

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style,
And so I came to see him and listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes,
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with this song,
killing me softly,
With his song, telling my whole life,
With his words,
Killing me softly with his song...