Tq.

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Oggi... Mi sento stragna, like I don't belong, sembra che ho molte cose che non ti ho detto, but trust me, that ain't true darling.

He estado pensando mucho, ando de geek brincando de tumblr en tumblr, and sometimes I thnk "What is it that you see in me?"... I ain't like those girls in the pictures.

Somethimes I wish I didn't have a concience, estaría del otro lado ya, llámale tattos or anything, no sé en qué momento mamá y papá en verdad se metieron en mi cabeza, don't get me wrong, me gusta quien soy, pero me gusta más quen podría ser.. I guess that's how it goes huh? U're never happy enough.. No es eso lo que traigo ni mucho menos, actually estoy muy felíz, demasiado, more than I've been in a long time, and you're potentially to blame... Ich denke est ist dich... Ich weiss est ist dich, you and no one else. I had never felt this before.

It's not about calling it a sick obsession, cause it is not, I think it could be anything but that, ma penso che tutto se ha dado de una forma... So natural, so.. "us" A donde voy es que me gusta, y me gustas y mucho y veramente volgio stare qui per te, voglio essere per te... Volgio condividere tutto con te, quiero pelearme, llorar, odiarte pero no poderte soltar, yes, I want to procastinate with you as well, and I know I will, quiero ir al super, peléarme porque no te gusta mi cereal, quiero que me preguntes porque me tardé tanto en llegar a la casa, quiero ir a tiendas contigo y pensar donde se vería mejor esa lámpara, I want to get high with you, me quiero escapar a Vallarta, no dormir, acostárme sin acostárme contigo, quiero verte sin abrir los ojos, quiero que sepas cómo reaccionaría a las cosas, quiero conocerte más, quiero nunca dejar de conocerte, quiero mandárte al super por azucar y que no quieras ir y acabar yendo yo, quiero que me digas todo lo que sientes y yo a ti, quiero contarte mi día y enseñarte lo qe aprendí, quiero que estudies conmigo, ayudarte con tareas, que me digas que algo me está saliendo del carajo, que laestoy cagando, quiero que no sepas lo que quieres, quiero volver a enamorarte, muchas veces... Quiero gritarte, I want you to be the first one to pull that from me. Ich will eins sein.. Mit dir.

This is just random shit, I don't even remember how I begun this.. Anyway, la inspiración se va.. Y yo as well.

Te quiero quiero.

Cosas que uno pos.. Escribe hace mutcho...

This is me, again.. Talking to someone I'm afraid won't ever listen.

Talking to myself.

I guess I have nowhere else to look, no one else who cares for me as much as you do, because I know you do, I know you care, I just don't want you to...

It feels nice when you are worried, I can't lie, it feels good to have someone who actually does give a fuck whether if I'm ok or cares about what I do or don't do. Someone to ... Watch over me, shall I say?


But.. Did it have to be you?

Why you?


You are now a part of my life and somehow I want to be part of your's too, but I can't because there's already someone else occupying the space I wanted for my own tha one I was aiming for...

Now I don't know what to do.

I mean, I do want to keep you close, but I just ran out of ideas on how to do it..
And you are NOT helping at all.

You know what?, it IS your fault, you could've been just like anyone else, but you had to be special.

Can't even remember how this happened.

Because I knew from the start you were the one, and you knew it as wel, now... Why didn't you stop it?

And, now, as much as this migt hurt I think I shall be the one to stop this, tho' I don't really know how.

Perhaps I'll just get awya for a while, even though it might be a double edged knife..

I know I will miss you, I already do, I'm not even sure what am I expecting from this (ok, perhaps I am, but that won't make it happen)

Th thing that's on my mind is... Will you miss me? and, if you do.. What then?

Well.. So, enough masochism for the both of us.
Goodbye, for now... You know where and how to find me.