STARPLANE

Last sunday,when night came ,I looked up to the sky I realized that some places deserve stars more than others do.

Im not talking about cities,or woods. Im talking about moments,specific moments in someone's life.

I believe stars have it all planned. They have a mission in life,they give hope.They shine and shine,with the only purpose of making someone out there ,optimistic.

Whenever we feel down,we look up.Its a human paradox.

We look up,to find them there,looking at us. Little diamonds that we will never be able to catch.

But you see,they have to have it all organized , thats why dont always see them. City lights for instance,will stop you from seeing them.Cities will make you confuse an airplane with a star. But then again, stars can be airplanes,and they can take you next to him or her,faster than a polaroid reveals what it just saw.

Chin up,kid.Otherwise you will never be able to see them.

januarycame

I have officially read almost every post in here,Ive laughed,and Ive loved the old me,its looks so far away,same as what will happen when I read this 3 months from now.

Xmas is over,and so is new years,lets talk about that actually.

During new years,I realized something I had never dared to think about,you miss people,when your enjoying life to the max,not when your sad and lonely,I missed him,and only him,when I was dancing to a great song,with my best friends,and looking all gorgey.

I missed him so much,that I wanted to scream,and so I did,but everyone just laughed,cause we were having so much fun.

Routine,OFF./ Odd ON

I havent written in here for a while,and I have truly no excuses.
Routine is basically consuming me,more and more as days go by. There are these days,where you stop for a second the crappy shit your doing and just think.
Routine is killing me,slowly killing me.When I see pics of last summer,I barely remember I was in them,not caring about anything,and just smiling for the sake of it.
So I've come to the conclution that I shall kill routine before she kills me first.
How? Well,I shall start by painting my nails in yellow or orange. Or even better,yellow AND orange.
Never do as told,dont follow the crowd,be unique and weird.Believe me,you will always find someone to be weird with.

Its magic,you know,never believe its not so.

Holding onto something,is a risky task.
It breaks your heart for sure,but somehow you feel that its whorthy.
It is over. All of it,all of "us" and it hurts and breaks my heart.But I know its the right thing to do,I mean,Its the only thing I can do.
If you are on a mountain and there is only a path,you take it.There are no other options.
You either walk,or sit for a path to magically appear.
And honey,magic always takes its time.

Shhh keep it quiet

Its been a while since I dont write in here.
I feel like I have to write here,because if I dont Ill never remember how I felt at this very moment of my life,and I want to,even if I actually dont even know how I do now.
There is something that has crossed my mind in Philosophy,in Maths and in English,oh and in French!
Unspoken words.Ouch! How I hate them,Ireally am the girl of the unspoken words,I never say how I feel.When I talk I say the wrong thing,because somehow it looks right at the time.I never said what I had to,knowing how much I was going to regret it afterwards.
But I guess I thought it was worthy,not listening to myself saying it outloud,but always remembering inside.

Well,It wasnt.I fucking want to shout it now.I want to rewind and shout it to your face.
But then again,ill never will.
Cause shutting up is so much easier.

Purely genius

School sucks.Im wearing my ugly uniform,im texting to my BFF,with my BB,and I feel so tired.
My eyes are closing and this only 22:37.I feel like I havent studied as much as I could have,and the only thing my brain happens to think is worrying is how ur not answering to my pathetic text.
School sucks,worrying about those tiny things sucks,missing you sucks,and most importantly you suck.And so does what I just wrote,but im too tired to even delete it or save it as draft,so ill just click "post"and go to bed,because the only thing I actually seem to be doing ok these days is sleeping.

Sep.4th

Its 1:53 AM,and I cant sleep.
Carrie Bradshaw writes with a cigarette on her hand,her voice repeats everything she types,and NYC is what she sees from her window.
Im on my bathroom,I like just sitting on the marble floor,its white and very very cold.
I actually can sleep,Im tired,but I dont want to.Its been a really bad day,and I guess that if I go to bed now,the day will finish being bad,its like accepting defeat.
So, I guess I dont want to sleep hoping that something exicting (aka you talking with me) happens to cheer up the day.
I really want this to be a good day,wich is my way of saying that I miss your voice.