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14.3.05:
o que o alcool nao faz com uma pessoa... tentei, e consegui, não exatamente o que eu queria, nem como eu queria, nem exatamente quem eu queria, mas, até que eu queria, mas, como eu passei durante alguns dias sobre o efeito do alcool, eu tive coragem pra ir atras, pra fazer o improvavel, e pra um monte de coisa, de repente, nao mais quer de repente eu virei uma outra pessoa, e até segunda ordem, eu serei outra pessoa, quem sabe ate mesmo hoje, quando eu chegar da escola, ou melhor, chegar NA escola, tudo ja tenha voltado ao normal, ao de costume..... mas, porra! eu não sei o que caralho fazer, estou numa situação que por mais que eu acha-se querer, agora eu sei que eu não quero, não sei o que fazer, nem como fazer, caralho, eu tô fudido! o que caralho eu vou fazer quando eu chegar lá?? O QUE DIABO EU ESTOU DISPOSTO A FAZER, SER UM HIPOCRITA? SER UM FALSO? SER EU E SER PIOR DO QUE QUALQUER COISA QUE EU PODERIA TER FEITO!?!?!?!? MERDA.... incrivel.... pra que querer, se poder é sempre pior..... frankly my dear... i would preffer screw things over with you... but... that´s life.. BRIGHT EYES "Make War" Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon or the land between here and the mountains. It is not these hiding places that have keep us innocent but the way you taught me to just let it all go by. So we have learned to be as faithless, stand behind the bulletproof glass, exchanging our affections through a drawer. It was always horribly convenient and happening too fast. You should count your change before you are even out the door. Yes, you should but please... Return, return to the person that you were. And I will do the same because it is too hard to belong to someone who is gone. My compass spins. The wilderness remains. Once too often, I have retreated into the depths of my despair. I built a barricade to block you on the road. But standing there with all of my possessions, piled higher than a house, I felt closer to you than you ever could have known. So let these tiny acts of charity become common ground of which to build a monument to commemorate our time. And though, you say, you've found another who will surely speed you on your way, don't let the forest grow over that you came there by. But you will, so... Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And blind him with your kindness. And he will make war, old war, on who you were before. And he'll claim all that has spoiled your heart. Well, now, I tell myself I've mended under these patches of blue sky. There are still a few holes that let in a little rain. So it is crying on my shingles. My floorboards moan under my feet. The refrigerator is whining, so I've got reason to complain. But I am not gonna bless you with such compliments, some degrading psalm of praise, like the kind that converted you to me so long ago. Because the truth is that gossip is as good as gospel in this town. You can save face but you won't ever save your soul. And that's a fact. Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And tie him in you likeness, And he'll become, become the prisoner I was. And know all that has spoiled your heart. |