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11 de octubre de 2010

El problema creo que es que yo todavía no termino de entender al mundo y sus vueltas.
Pero claro, si vivimos sobre un suelo donde cada granito de tierra o cada hoja del pasto vale un dólar. Pero yo no lo entiendo, o no lo quiero entender (lo que es sumamente lo mismo en este caso). Encima el amor y el dinero que se parecen tanto. (Los dos los sueño y ninguno los tengo). Entonces, Dios, ¿como pretendiste que fuéramos felices?

This is the situation: when I was a child I was so like "hey Daddy, when I'll get my fifteen I want to go to travel, don't you?"
"Yes, sweety. I promise we will"
So now, there's just a few months till I'll get my fifteen AND KAJUDHDHSJSJYFJD OH FUCK YOU WORLD!!! I HATE YOU!!! YOU KNEW FOR THE FIRST TIME AND NOW YOU TELL ME "NO", is that fair? FUCK FUCK FUCK! I'M JUST THE SAME GIRL 9 YEARS AGO WITH THE FUCKIN SAME DREAM.
NOW, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? REALLY?

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