Apenas palavras, agora torna-as num acto

Tudo o que tens eventualmente um dia podes não ter, vive o que tens a viver agora.



É tudo aquilo que achei impossivel descrever, expresso nas mais puras palavras.


sexta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2015

dia 9

I am not the type of girl who is loved. 
I am not sweet, or I will look beautiful all the time by your perspective.
I am probably awful at loving, and being romantic.
I am not even a good girl.
I am not even enough to be a bad girl .
I am always too scared to fight.
I am terrible to show that I care.
I say too much stupid shit, and use too much sarcasm.
Maybe it's my craziness, my instability.

Maybe I will not let you love me.

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