I don’t understand why does this past came, that I thought I left behind keep coming after me, closer each time. Why does the days of yesterday haunt me. Do they want to run me down? I think, I’m reaching past breaking point. It’s gonna be soon, real soon. I really want to leave this past behind, yet somehow, it comes running after me, like bees to nectar. I can’t just leave it behind, can’t i. is it some kind of clause, that once, just that one time, that you get into it, that you can’t forget, and, it keeps running after you. I just don’t get it. I don’t know much I can take any more.

Another thing is that, for the yous out there, you have no idea what you have unleashed. You have absolutely no idea the consequences of your actions. You think it’s just so simple to just pick up the phone and call, but do you what goes on after? Underneath it all? You are just making it much more tougher for me. Crashing down on me. The monsters of the past, present and future. You just don’t know what goes on, so don’t pretend. I know, I pretend too. That everything’s just fine and dandy. But, well, as I say, superficiality baby. I just don’t want anything inside get out. Heard of not hanging your dirty laundry out? Well, it’s the same concept. You’ve seen me break down, that only one time, and you can’t just judge me by that. You think my tears are for you? Puh-lease! There’s so much you don’t know. You think I have an attitude problem, how bout you? So yeah. Judge yourself first, before you judge others. You have much worse of an attitude problem than I have, so, why don’t you fix yourself first. Do others a favor, and do that, before you stick your fat lil arse, fat arms and booblessness into other peoples’ business. They ain’t needing your help, nor asking for it.

Thankyouverymuch.

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I cooked today. Something bout cooking and baking that calms the soul. God man, I sound like an ad campaign for the Stepford Wives and Betty Crocker all put into one. I don’t know. But, it gives me a sense of pleasure of seeing my perfect outcome of a dish//cake//so on and so forth, I mean, it’s like something I know and able to control for once, so yeah.

No me abandones así hablando sólo de ti.

Ven y devuelveme al fin la sonrisa que se fue.

Una vez más tocar tu piel el hondo suspirar.

Recuperemos lo que se ha perdido.

Regresa a mí,

quéreme otra vez,

borra el dolor que al irte me dio

cuando te separaste de mí.

Dime que sí

Ya no quiero llorar,

regresa a mí.

Extraño el amor que se fue,

extraña la dicha también.

Quiero que vengas a mí y me vuelvas s querer.

No puedo más si tú no estás, tienes que llegar.

Mi vida se apaga sin ti a mi lado.
Regresa a mí,

quéreme otra vez,

borra el dolor que al irte me dio cuando

te separaste de mí.

Dime que sí

Ya no quiero llorar,

regresa a mí.

i just love this song, especially in italiano. loves it! ((:

i love you all to bits. i miss you baby. surprise us! ((: take lotsa care. loves.