i told him i hate him in that long boring letter that is in spanish that no one can read. i dont really hate him just some of the things he does... lately alot of the things he does. but i cant change that so i will move on.
i have started talking to people again, random people it makes me happy random people have the most interesting stories and opinions cause they havent been worn to shit already. i get bored easily when i hear the same damn thing over and over again, no matter how nice it was the first time.
so lindsey seems to think i am happier today i cant imagine why today has been a day like any other. but i think i might be happier i'm starting to smile more and ive started singing again (uh oh watch out world, cover your ears, save your hearing) lol.
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
