Vesper's Goodbye.

Happiness is a shadow. It's no eternal. It's not real. Sadness and sorrow are permanent. I don't know if they are real but they feel and hurt so bad. 

"Life is just a game we've lost".  

No one wins in life. In a world where pain lasts more than a smile. In a world where the ones you love, go away. In a world where you have to say goodbye. 

When a person changes us, and makes us happier... Then he/she goes away. The pain comes instead. And it's always there. Every time you call the pain it appears like the first time. But love? No, love seems so far and so not lasting. When love is gone appears hate. And when you want to remember love, you just can revive the pain and hate inside your soul. Sad but true.

Religion. Art. Family. Grown ups with free time.

Wow. I was just stepping by some random blogs, just to read a little and what do you think I found!? TONS of religion and Jesus Christ blogs, and I believe in Jesus but I'm not interested to find him even in my blog! Insane.
So, I continue searching. What was next. People showing their "art nails", their beautiful talents, and making their blog a tv ad. Buy this, order this, like this, it's free, blah blah blah. So random. And last but not least. Grown ups. Married people with kids or pets or maybe freaking both, posting about them! "My baby, Sam. He's so lovely [Picture of the freaking baby] What the heck!? It's kinda cute, but I DON'T CARE! I mean, it's cool to know that they are happy, but you don't go and read a blog to see how happy is someone and then feel miserable of your life, cuz you don't really know if you are going to reach that happiness or if your children are going to be beautiful or they are going to be freaking ugly and have a difficult moment at school.

I'll continue searching for some teens, wish me luck! [No one's reading this shit, I don't even know why I'm saying that or this!?]

My elixir, my poison

Think. Analyse. Do. 

Sometimes it is so hard to do, you are desperate and you wanna cry. But it's not all. Everything comes down. You wish you were the everything of someone, but you aren't. You are alone. Your mother yells at you and destroy your more appreciated dreams. She hates you, that's what you feel. Your dad, oh dad, how lonely I am! But he is in the hands of you mother, nothing to do. He is her slave. He will never be against her. 

I wish the day everything is over, but I'm not talking about suicide but of freedom. This seems eternal to me. I wish I could run away, but she's right. That would be escaping. Freud said that the people who sleeps face down are the ones who want to run away from their problems. I sleep face down and I wanna escape from my problems. 

What about him? I like him, I think we could be a good couple, he's nice, good looking... But he would like me? I'm nice but what about the good looking... not pretty not so ugly. If he's a nice person it might happened.

Dreams... Stupid dreams. Sometimes I'm more slept that awake. I'm afraid that somewhere, somehow and someday I'd be trapped in my dream day world. But like it or not, my dreams keep me alive.

A Rush of Blood.

Do we really know? Not know of knowing, know of knowledge. I mean, a lot of philosophers talked about knowledge, but were they right? How do we know?

Is fun how life sometimes spank you right in the face. Ha.