Ilary

Llevo dos horas mirando el título “prologo” y “.” como contenido... Its time to comit suicide QnQ

Oiga mija, ¿entonces al final qué pasó con sus historias?

I've rejected affection
          For years and years
          Now I have it, and damn it
          It's kind of weird
          He tells me I'm pretty
          Don't know how to respond
          I tell him that he's pretty too
          Can I say that? Don't have a clue
          With every passing moment
          I surprise myself
          I'm scared of flies
          I'm scared of guys
          Someone please help
          'Cause I think I've fallen In love this time
          I blinked and suddenly, I had a valentine
          What if he's the last one I kiss?
          What if he's the only one I'll ever miss?
          
          
          https://youtube.com/shorts/iValQZYLS18?si=xoC660_Wcb2mHkKl

Ni quien quiera que mañana sea 14, solo las pinches nacas de mi escuela que piensan que se les van a declarar pero ni una puta mosca se les pone encima >:/.... No, no le tengo rencor a san Valentín... Quien dijo que le tenía rencor a una fecha >¦C? 

¿Eliminaste tus historias?, ¿o por qué carajos te comencé a seguir?

Eres vaporeon??

"you found me, in my darkest moments you were my light.
          i thought i didnt deserve you, and i still think that...But you did make me change my mind in one single thing; everyone have its own prolems, and so i dont have to make mine the big deal.
          i´ve never seen someone´s whose past was this horrible, but still, you smile and keep strong at every single moment. I wish i was like you, but my mind is a mess, a graveyard that is hopeless and  hollow, the ghosts of there are disturbed by things that cannot be clear or described. You made some of those ghosts rest without knowing the full truth, so in the very instant i knew you, i also knew you were my new medicine, my new drug that slowly i became addicted to, now i dont really know how to live without you."
          -anxious attachment

Omai foking god son las foking 3 am y me acabo de inventar una historia bien fumada(ノ￣ω￣)ノ, mañana la publico para dejarla morir en el olvido (＾▽＾)

Flop era D':

"mi silencio es ruidoso a causa de la forma tan silenciosa en la que muero.
          
          Es incierto el sentido que le das a la vida, si nacemos para morir, ¿para que existir?, concuerdo que he vivido porque me aman y yo los amo, pero mi cabeza hoy vuela hacia el vacío y corta sus alas.
          
          Aborrezco quienes son ruidosos en su tristeza, yo en mi desventura estoy en silencio porque después te todo, los muertos no hablan. "