tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47815386806012348482012-02-11T09:05:43.654-08:00imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.comBlogger1501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-61348519808747827292012-02-11T09:01:00.000-08:002012-02-11T09:05:43.660-08:00

I just hate this feeling, that I would drop everything to be with you, if you only wanted me. Because I know it's not true (because I have felt it way too many times before, and it passed), and in the core of it is that my live right now doesn't have so much value, or not value enough to stop me changing everything just to defeat any argument that you might have not to want me. And there's so

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-70797125674116435262011-08-23T08:00:00.001-07:002011-08-23T08:03:22.695-07:00

The ceiling crumbled down. As far as metaphors go, that's just too easy...

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-27861539170893860672011-06-18T02:42:00.001-07:002011-06-18T02:44:31.159-07:00

Every time I feel confident about myself or my work, it just feels wrong. There's a little voice inside me telling me that's a fault in my character. Now that's just fucked up. And why do I need so much outside validation, if it doesn't change the validation I give myself?

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-45722386269525679302011-06-04T17:48:00.000-07:002011-06-04T17:50:00.034-07:00

That whole situation that stabbed at the scar of the past betrayals, I sort it out, all by myself, with no help (definitely no help from you). And that makes me feel strong, independent, that as long as what's hurting is inside of me, I can deal with it, I can change. Because I can't change what hurts me from the outside/reality, but I have all the power in the world to change what's inside of

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-32299218878879453712011-05-23T14:34:00.000-07:002011-05-23T15:05:30.444-07:00

..."very high probability of never cheating on me" has gained too much priority (nothing more trustworthy than a divorce trauma, I should know)...my internal dialogues have gone so far that external validation has become unnecessary, meaning I'm completely self sufficient on my own storyline and others are only props....maybe I'm setting myself another trap....maybe I just gave up....maybe I made

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-57164645342930021122011-03-20T13:13:00.000-07:002011-03-20T13:14:02.710-07:00

there was a fox and a rabbit...

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-78475972967917914582011-03-17T17:24:00.000-07:002011-03-17T17:27:43.756-07:00

I have been feeling so amazingly happy with my body lately, and (I think, and hope) that feeling comes so disconnected from any outside sources, just makes it even better.and I was afraid of writing about this, but the purest truth is that I hope you feel like this some day, at whatever weight or situation, because, you know, you are fucking amazing.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-76950193494818329822011-03-03T05:47:00.000-08:002011-03-03T05:48:25.367-08:00

your wrappings piss the fuck out of me, seriously.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-84788518247854965472011-02-24T08:26:00.000-08:002011-02-24T08:33:10.518-08:00

It's not true that I dump every guy that treads me right.I dump the ones that only tread me superficially right, but actually give no consideration to my individual characteristics and needs. It's too easy being the nice guy.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-7003751455176996982011-01-12T12:26:00.000-08:002011-01-12T12:38:22.895-08:00

you think just because we had sex, that the path is clear now. What kind of bizarre logic is that?I get it, for most people, letting their guard down equals sex. But not me, and that makes me feel like you are not treating me like the individual I am, but like the concept of a generic girlfriend, which I am not.(The fact that you are the pickiest eater ever, and didn't even ask me if I disliked

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-87803239682704688602011-01-02T19:55:00.001-08:002011-01-02T20:05:22.691-08:00

You will get hurt? Hurt, are you sure that's the word? I have been hurt before, badly, because I expected things from people, and I have hurt people because I didn't do what I had given signs I would do. You already expect something from me? You hardly know me... It took me almost a whole month but I have finally understood why that sounded so weird.I don't want to think less of you just because

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-65240575994391108522010-12-05T04:01:00.000-08:002010-12-05T04:03:40.602-08:00

Now I really know bad things happen when you tread sex like a commodity to be earned by the man, like him doing a baby voice in bed.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-85538430026813036922010-10-18T01:43:00.000-07:002010-10-18T01:46:05.416-07:00

You are playing a women's game, but I'm not dumb enough to play the man.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-83991065889395199832010-08-02T13:42:00.000-07:002010-08-02T17:41:05.362-07:00

I guess I'm just making the choice of hurting myself and others, instead of allowing others the opportunity to hurt me.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-71319953720551532552010-07-26T16:11:00.000-07:002010-07-26T16:13:59.354-07:00

i don't tell you enough...

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-46513312245973598512010-07-08T21:01:00.000-07:002010-07-08T21:05:12.537-07:00

Today I met an old friend, who looooves pointing out how "young" I am because I was 15 when we met. His friend, a very awesome hipster, said "you don't look your age, you seem to have your shit together"I will put that together with a few friends that told me I look "tough", and the cute guy who knew me for 5 minutes and said I behaved very "lightly" (in a non-commited, non-depesrate way), and

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-86957843789515133832010-07-03T20:08:00.000-07:002010-07-03T20:11:21.735-07:00

I don't want to feel like I'm filling (feeling?) someone else's role/hole.But it's weird isn't, it's our pasts that make us interesting, and also our future/s.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-70010540826733978822010-06-02T17:20:00.000-07:002010-06-02T17:27:19.846-07:00

Sometimes I realise I don't have any secrets. I try not to be an over sharer, but I have a hard time thinking of something I have done that I'm deeply ashamed of, that I wish none ever finds out (shame is such a strong feeling for me, that I do everything possible to avoid it, so I just stop myself before I do anything that I think might cause me shame... which leads to a kind of boring life

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-81200690194226085252010-05-07T21:26:00.000-07:002010-05-07T21:33:02.386-07:00

I need some distraction, so here it goes...you like travelling, and you talked a lot.you are irish, and you wear glasses.you recognised stuff from my music library, and you look like that character from that book.you went though my books, and you are kind of shy.and you, yes you, you are sweet and sleeping in your arms is the best, but your heartbeat is just not right.so yeah, let me spread my

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-7758173833580595492010-04-24T15:19:00.001-07:002010-04-24T15:19:31.833-07:00

Why do I keep treating people the way they don't treat me?

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-59267118410165251092010-04-16T08:28:00.000-07:002010-04-16T08:36:28.387-07:00

"You just need to go out there and meet some new people!"Sure. That's good advice, in theory. But tell me: WHERE should I go? WHO should I meet? The world is full of people. Everywhere I go I see them. The people. They're on the public transport. Streets. Supermarkets. Other appartments in my building. But they don't seem to be the specific people who I want (need? hope) to meet.I think this is

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-1780449739442856522010-04-15T12:30:00.001-07:002010-04-15T12:30:59.118-07:00

Do we talk about the lack os sex because we are afraid of talking about the lack of love?

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-23763064474026671242010-02-15T10:22:00.000-08:002010-05-07T21:36:59.526-07:00

Nice choice of words, as always (looks like I can't go near someone that doesn't respect words)All it takes to get hurt is to careSo this is how it ends, not with a bang but with a whimperI don't care for you enough to be your girlfriend, bur I care enough to get hurt, and that's just the wrong amount of it.I need attention, and ironically you have a deficit of it.Guns: Maybe I'm enjoying a bit

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-14876628082431600002010-02-12T16:57:00.000-08:002010-02-12T17:00:15.311-08:00

If I'm not me right nowthen who is?

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-80865964327840989462010-01-11T12:02:00.000-08:002010-01-11T12:05:18.175-08:00

I'm just gonna give up on making sense (is not like I feel anyone else is trying to do the same anyway)

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-67956701849365418722009-12-26T05:00:00.001-08:002009-12-26T05:03:22.500-08:00

The fact that I don't want you at all is irrelevant: what you did still bothers me. Even if I am happier now than you could ever have made me. Every now and then I remember, and the fact that you were such an asshole still makes me so angry. Weird, huh?

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-7063239203094668942009-12-24T20:04:00.000-08:002009-12-24T20:05:54.425-08:00

He doesn't answer?

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-17007075204142286602009-12-20T19:56:00.001-08:002009-12-20T19:56:34.286-08:00

fuck you!

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-68640686472700889682009-11-28T08:39:00.000-08:002009-11-28T08:45:14.716-08:00

You make me uncomfortable. In a good way. Most of the time, I just don't know how to react, and that forces me to think, which is good. But makes me doubt my decisions too, am I having too much fun just making them, for the sake of them?Or am I just so surprised to meet someone that is such... an opposite?You are so "loud" sometimes, and other times you are like a gentle whisper.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-52893720286900215002009-11-10T13:15:00.000-08:002009-11-10T13:19:19.546-08:00

I can't even begin to put into words how much I fucking hate almost every single thing about the human interactions in today's society between men and women, specially the part about attractiveness and appearances. Honestly, fuck it.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-85107793179355076482009-10-04T14:39:00.001-07:002009-10-04T14:39:46.355-07:00

Yes, we can!!!

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-74061589508699749622009-09-23T05:54:00.000-07:002009-09-23T05:58:11.543-07:00

I don't even know why I feel like this anymore.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-82603159513382130642009-08-30T14:20:00.000-07:002009-08-30T14:27:30.556-07:00

The universe is perfect as it is now.I love andappreciate my body for everythingit doesforme.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-57914490255993473142009-08-30T14:18:00.000-07:002009-08-30T14:19:33.844-07:00

He never gave you any compliments*even after he gave you flowers.(A.K.A. cheapest gift)

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-72676143357897766812009-08-14T20:43:00.000-07:002009-08-14T20:48:12.787-07:00

I'm really afraid and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna hate everything and I'm gonna feel even worst knowing I'm paying for it. I know somewhere in my mind I think that by solving this problem the horrible thing will never happen again, and I know is a goddamn lie. But in my stupid logic everything makes sense and why the hell not try something new? At least I hope to read a lot. I like books, in a

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-80934026593261882182009-08-14T08:24:00.000-07:002009-08-14T08:25:21.080-07:00

it's not a graveyard, it's a storybook.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-31992733225219077872009-08-11T12:58:00.000-07:002009-08-11T13:00:17.952-07:00

and somehow, never really arriving.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-43610856220155854812009-07-16T01:36:00.000-07:002009-07-17T08:48:24.596-07:00

and I'm proved right, as always. fuck.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-16655629495959298932009-06-27T05:34:00.000-07:002009-06-27T05:40:45.289-07:00

The prize is as high as it gets. So I must, I WILL conquer this. Meanwhile... wake up, now.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-6242255733402807722009-03-29T13:30:00.001-07:002009-03-29T13:30:55.773-07:00

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-81877930543065841822009-03-28T19:13:00.000-07:002009-03-28T19:19:21.918-07:00

oh, not I, I ..I´ll survive..now get off my damn lawn..

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-49829324872586912712009-03-16T10:23:00.001-07:002009-03-16T10:27:24.852-07:00

I was thinking about your dragon, and thought that if my pain was an animal it would probably be something tiny and letal in a pathetic way. Like a bug or a warm. And your advise about not letting it grow is great, but I'm not taking that part on advises.

Lígianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-694528966512864492009-03-14T17:04:00.001-07:002009-03-14T19:18:22.769-07:00

...but i kinda miss myself by myself.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-42749882313872724232009-02-10T12:49:00.000-08:002009-02-10T14:22:49.663-08:00

Don't waste so much time thinking about your pain (that's how the dragon grew) and spend more time thinking of what you can change in you, and not in others (that's how you learned to swim in the sea). And it's never a bad idea to ask for advises.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-41412659871292101542009-02-07T20:30:00.001-08:002009-02-07T20:31:31.139-08:00

Every time we meet, I end up with a bad feeling... And I have no idea why.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-53766362537518447352009-02-02T16:07:00.000-08:002009-02-02T16:14:57.807-08:00

I just want to tell you pretty stuff all the time!You even make me wanna say BIG stuff, that i still find hard to believe that i am believing. I breathe deep and i don't say it out loud... ...and you smile when i kiss you.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-58065394672432196382009-01-20T21:40:00.000-08:002009-01-20T21:41:16.969-08:00

please, don´t go.please.

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-39099067595166183692008-12-29T08:10:00.000-08:002008-12-29T08:18:23.639-08:00

I can see the downfall. I don't know whether you were asking about the real issue or something silly. And for the first time I felt uncomfortable talking to you. Shit.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-66741479470698234842008-12-27T16:11:00.000-08:002008-12-27T16:43:46.888-08:00

I mentioned you and smiled. My friend laughed at me, then became serious and told me to be careful: "the higher you climb, the harder you fall."I've never been the type who's afraid of heights. Should I be?I am starting to get scared of something going wrong. It's almost too good to be true. Just remembered how someone told me of a kind of bird that can fly higher than the others. If I told you

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-10995819410023158572008-12-18T18:49:00.000-08:002008-12-18T18:50:49.664-08:00

I'm just desparate over the phone, because I think it's fashionably dramatic.

Lígianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-87728455712490518102008-12-16T15:43:00.000-08:002008-12-17T14:29:21.261-08:00

How can i say that i don´t love you anymore?I have anything to give to you.Don´t you realize yet?I should draw? make a hai kai?I hate youas the vampirehates the sunGet out of my life,idiot...and don´t you come back no more.

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-56376311733796358752008-12-15T05:09:00.000-08:002008-12-15T05:14:55.039-08:00

my bed is boring without you.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-21827839592393821462008-12-05T19:10:00.000-08:002008-12-05T19:23:20.701-08:00

I feel like I should be more scared than I am.But that's it. I'm opening the window and inviting you into my world.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-56383987448060186602008-11-21T19:56:00.000-08:002008-11-21T19:59:40.106-08:00

our conversations are still so much the same as when we just bumped into each other in the corridors

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-60132943295052676002008-11-20T11:49:00.000-08:002008-11-20T11:50:52.936-08:00

I'm not sure why, maybe 'cos I'm made out of glue.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-527624268065402192008-11-19T03:49:00.000-08:002008-11-19T03:51:14.129-08:00

I am so happy to know you're happy...Now I can be truly free.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-41227537458949309832008-11-18T18:02:00.000-08:002008-11-18T18:05:12.215-08:00

Best reply EVER! If my mobile had a print screen device, I'd stick this on my wall.Now shut up, before you get me in trouble.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-91100945095125008142008-11-18T04:02:00.001-08:002008-11-18T04:05:14.435-08:00

I am telling myself I don't want a relationship, and then I go and over-react like that. Because it's so easy to get along with you – and I don't know what the hell I'm going to do if I actually start liking you. I would prefer feeling blasé.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-63973937571480082682008-11-16T19:07:00.000-08:002008-11-16T19:09:06.122-08:00

You know, I'm mad too. And I am actually right. But I don't care. I just wish things would go back to normal.

Lígianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-57788604825748027082008-11-15T09:49:00.000-08:002008-11-15T09:55:15.468-08:00

sometimes things get so overwhelming but I still feel that if I try doing what is important for ME I will be a bad person and a bad friend. I want to say NO and I can't. I need to say NO but I still can't.I am completely overwhelmed now, and I wish my friends would understand. But perhaps this is about growth, it's about me being able to make them understand. Maybe doing this will make me more of

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-44166689840259168162008-11-04T12:10:00.000-08:002008-11-04T12:15:47.695-08:00

I try to stay with other guy..seems like a study ....New body, new smile, my heart ,my pulse, my fluids,chemistry..And the conclusion from Measurement, Statistics and Methodological Studies ...It´s that nobody can help me to change the situation..I just need time."Before this river becomes an ocean. Before you throw my heart back on the floor .Oh, baby I reconsider my foolish notion .Well, I need

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-31988431987661884942008-11-04T01:49:00.000-08:002008-11-04T02:09:46.839-08:00

It crept up upon me suddenly yesterday. Then I fell asleep with this twisted, ugly creature, I woke up with it, and it is following me around now. It whispers nasty things in my ear. It mocks me for everything I do, everything I believe in, everything I am, it even mocks me for allowing it to creep up in the first place. It is a lingering thought lurking on the back of my mind, and it isn't a

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-21468710116542635932008-10-06T18:03:00.000-07:002008-10-06T18:08:50.118-07:00

Sometimes when I'm lying alone in bed, there's another girl here. It's not any of the other girls, is actually a copy of myself. But this copy acts just like (what I think) I'm suppose to act like.I try to figure out what would have to be different in my life for me to be this other (better?) girl. Until I realize that if I were to be like this, I wouldn't be myself so much anymore.And then I

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-1274176732785027712008-09-13T22:50:00.000-07:002008-09-13T22:51:22.820-07:00

nothing changes that much.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-22927247790304335192008-09-02T05:36:00.000-07:002008-09-02T05:39:18.789-07:00

Nobody knows what they're doing, after all. I talked to someone who seemed so well-adjusted and confident, and it turns out she has the exact same paranoias and insecurities and questions as me. I can't decide whether this is a good or a bad thing.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-30700428352735728412008-08-21T20:17:00.000-07:002008-08-21T20:22:46.327-07:00

every time I enter somewhere ... I search for things to try to defend myself from zumbis...my life goes so annoying that I won´t even use a teddy bear to try to reverse the situation.

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-50092670684051211182008-08-20T16:25:00.000-07:002008-08-20T16:37:58.814-07:00

I fancy myself an independent (and independent-minded) person. But when there is no one on my mind, I quickly and inappropriately "create" someone to fill that void. I will take a random guy and bestow on him an importance that he didn't earn and probably wouldn't be rewarded with if circumstances were different (that is, if I had someone else occupying my mind). I will take some guy with whom I

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-74469339939010839922008-08-19T15:43:00.000-07:002008-08-19T15:44:22.911-07:00

I feel like I miss something, so much and so deeply, and yet I have no idea what it is.My PMS is getting weirder and weirder.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-63754359596384954742008-08-15T06:27:00.000-07:002008-08-16T00:04:58.664-07:00

just do that, please. I hate having to live with my fears.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-86405433545985481062008-08-10T20:37:00.000-07:002008-08-10T20:39:24.245-07:00

I was hoping you would understand me. I am a tiny bit disappointed, who would've thought!!But I have to say I am very happy with the kissing, and you are very cute. And I can understand myself.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-62124683758453055702008-08-07T16:33:00.001-07:002008-08-08T15:19:23.701-07:00

It's kind of weird talking to you and not to be touching your skin and lying naked next to you. I guess this is the kind of sex I have always known I was looking for (all the others guys were either too scared to open their mouths or didn't think I was worth it) and now what? It's still just sex, the best kind there is, but "just" that.I know it sounds damn stupid to say "you make me feel special

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-78132641206270861302008-08-05T09:59:00.000-07:002008-08-05T10:23:05.328-07:00

Everytime the lady with too much make up from the flight company asks for a name and contact number of a person in case of a accident, she gives the details of the last guy she slept with. Most of the time that's all the information she has about them, and she will never user it again. She's happy it can be of use one last time, to fill a stupid bureaucracy, so she will give it freely. He will be

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-32409197668521794222008-08-03T06:51:00.001-07:002008-08-03T06:51:54.683-07:00

You were EXACTLY what I needed!

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-52454367791754770202008-07-27T18:15:00.000-07:002008-07-27T18:26:05.431-07:00

I can't figure out whether a light has just been switched on or off.Were you ever that beautiful, or was it me? Are you still just as lovely, except I can't see it anymore?You look so different, now that I don't feel the same.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-5605028697029035212008-07-16T16:27:00.001-07:002008-07-16T16:31:51.957-07:00

The anger is gone it seems... And I don't dare ask myself why, That means I'm stronger or weaker?

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-24927092793600277202008-07-07T11:51:00.001-07:002008-07-07T11:51:50.169-07:00

Who am I kidding.I didn't know. I expected something else.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-77907370969895885702008-07-03T20:24:00.000-07:002008-07-03T20:25:05.304-07:00

we are stronger.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-48734981022218153802008-06-17T13:44:00.000-07:002008-06-17T13:51:16.192-07:00

I understand that things to you are hard..I really do. .but well,they are hard for me too..and you can count with my help...and i..I have to do all by myself.So i don´t want to help you ,it´s no because i´m selfish it´s because you are.

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-69316560031021194192008-06-12T08:14:00.001-07:002008-06-12T08:24:09.769-07:00

I can write in code, too. But I won't.I hope you're not enough of an asshole to ruin our friendship. I hope you believe the things you quote. I hope I am not being an idiot for believing you again and again. If you are giving me false hope, STOP immediately.But I can tell you one thing, and I am 100% sure of this, with no uncertain hopes: if you hurt me, it is really YOUR loss. I'll be back on my

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-70164585998495344662008-05-21T13:31:00.000-07:002008-05-21T13:47:25.836-07:00

Animals know so much based on their instincts. Migrating birds fly south every winter. Sea turtles lay their eggs on the same beach where they were born. So many elephants go to the same graveyard to die. They all know where to go. They know when and where to go back. They know what to do, and how to do it.How did we, as a species, "learn" to ignore our instincts, and how can we, as individuals,

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-15383883508452429842008-05-17T14:20:00.000-07:002008-05-17T14:49:54.753-07:00

I don´t mind about what you think is important,what to do,what to complain,say adore..because i can´t play ,i can´t win..this could kill me and i like what i have done to myself.I won´t play.But I will expect until..you lose sense for meor better... when love or another demon appears for us.and then,babe,we will know how to use the darts with pleasure.

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-27027114143845725172008-05-15T10:46:00.000-07:002008-05-15T10:48:49.297-07:00

It's one thing for your trusted friends to know your alimentary habits, but it's something completely different when a good chunk of your class knows how much you really love sugar.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-31077167117806849502008-05-14T05:33:00.001-07:002008-05-14T05:36:58.951-07:00

I try to convince myself that it's all about me liking myself the way I am.But the truth, I think, is that it's about other people liking me the way I am.And when they don't. Then what.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-13201126840356649022008-05-04T18:32:00.001-07:002008-05-04T18:32:59.339-07:00

why do you have so many girls around you?I don´t like play and i totally hate group´s activity .argh.

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-33831841646787224772008-05-02T18:11:00.000-07:002008-05-02T18:20:37.317-07:00

Should I learn to be that kind of girl? If I learned, I would probably win more often than I do. It's been like this forever... But I guess I'll stick with being me. It's what I do best, and I for one have learned to like it. If some guys don't, well, fuck them. I'll find others who do. But when my friends don't like it, it hurts a little bit.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-71492463048117599302008-04-30T12:20:00.000-07:002008-04-30T12:27:36.258-07:00

I love you!I know things will be good soon, but it's one of those things I know but cannot prove.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-10781477928821276142008-04-30T01:13:00.000-07:002008-04-30T01:14:59.351-07:00

I'm officially heart broken, fuck not existing any god.Apparently having really low expectations and trying to make everything to be easy to talk about isn't working out.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-70980946792574366802008-04-29T12:29:00.000-07:002008-04-29T12:30:16.001-07:00

I have found the fastest cure to love frustationst: Dawkins.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-40949340097956695072008-04-24T20:18:00.000-07:002008-04-24T20:41:04.650-07:00

I just wanna sex, nothing more.i wanna have sex and if is okey for you...i will put my pants so quickly that you wouldn´t have time to open your eyes after came.it ´s ok for you? Because if can bei ´m free friday after 10 pm.cum ( don´t have the latin signification here isn´t "with" ...it´s just..one nite stand )

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-55290386871645635132008-04-17T08:09:00.000-07:002008-04-19T11:04:44.137-07:00

It won't do, to dream of caramel,to think of cinnamon, and long for you.So goodbye, sweet appetiteno single bite could satisfy...

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-26021381400935718992008-04-09T21:23:00.000-07:002008-04-09T21:40:48.114-07:00

I don´t know what means when you say "we"?we?there´s you...sometimes there was you and me in the same place at same time..but there isn´t usyou never was there for me..and i´m not talking about Dylan

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-48562429218637980612008-04-09T13:07:00.001-07:002008-04-09T13:07:28.157-07:00

I hate when guys are way better than me in bed.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-34729057153407056162008-04-06T13:45:00.000-07:002008-04-06T13:55:59.018-07:00

We've been going out, and making out and hanging out, for a while now.it's been great.Suddenly everything get's complicated.Sex sucks.

Lígianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-33637417130940822282008-04-03T19:26:00.000-07:002008-04-03T20:08:55.174-07:00

an stupid girl?franklin ,my dear,i don´t give a damnthe next time...Try one that´s intelligent..don´t know..may be this way i can think how a person can be sweet,smart and lovely ..exactly as you are

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-51766634902458514272008-03-18T02:24:00.000-07:002008-03-18T02:25:25.875-07:00

When it rains, it pours.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-15072358083726342008-03-14T04:55:00.000-07:002008-03-14T04:56:15.939-07:00

Sometimes I get upset too.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-54195838822903234392008-03-12T04:12:00.001-07:002008-03-12T04:13:30.223-07:00

The Americans have spoken. The Stars have spoken. The Voice Of Reason has spoken.I remain unconvinced.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-44677311313929729812008-03-08T16:25:00.000-08:002008-03-08T16:29:38.882-08:00

I want to cry and feel your hug and your words. And I can't believe I still feel like this with you after all these years. You are so precious.

seedkeepernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-1269929914739620172008-03-08T03:09:00.001-08:002008-03-08T03:09:18.754-08:00

I don't understand dates.

Luisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781538680601234848.post-33130621254700983192008-03-05T21:19:00.000-08:002008-03-05T21:30:08.694-08:00

"If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snowJust as long as you were with me, let the cold winds blow"

imtheotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461598375911694087noreply@blogger.com0