- Border.

AAAAAW.
Ayer andaba elmo y hoy eufórica.
La wéa de las hormonas...Odio andar así. En fin, por lo menos son solo tres días.
:3

QUIERO ESCRIBIR ROMANCE Y VESTIRME DE LOBA PARA CANTAR TEEENAGEERS.
LEÍ EL BLOG DE VICKY Y LO AMO, COMO LA AMO A ELLA, COMO AMO EL INTERNÉ, COMO AMO EL MUNDO.

Okey wtf.

Tengo el presentimiento de que el martes será un gran día.
Quizás influya el hecho de que este lapso comenzaremos con baloncesto, y me fascina el baloncesto. Es una de las pocas cosas por las cuales me gusta ser alta.

Mi madre está casi en la ruina porque pagó ella sola el funeral de mi tía abuela.
._.

En casa de familia era un acabose y mi tía Rosa casi se muere. Yo no fui. En primera, porque si veía a Marcos llorando se me destrozaría todo por dentro, y en segunda, porque soy muy insensible y les hubiese soltado a la cara muchas cosas a esas viejas lloronas.

Aparte de eso, no hay novedades. Ah, si, escribiré la historia de asesinatos-lemmon-amor de Jarno y Mynshaik,cosa que me pone de excelente humor.


They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you son
So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They gonna rip up your head
Youre aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine

They say oh
Teenagers scare the living shit outta me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So tuck in your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

The boys and girls in the clique
They offer names at the stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
We'll make them pay for the things that they did

They say oh
Teenagers scare the living shit outta me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So tuck in your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

They say oh
Teenagers scare the living shit outta me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So tuck in your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

All together now

Teenagers scare the living shit outta me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So tuck in your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

Teenagers scare the living shit outta me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So tuck in your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.


Teenagers ~ MCR
Ciaaaoooo.