sadpuritania

Friends and family, The truth is this profile does not longer represent me. I feel no particular urge to write in it, to share or discuss it. Sometimes, you become so obsessed with your own world, that everything else is just a spectator. Uncomfortable, at times. What has been going on in my life in the past few months? I've gone to college, to this magic city called Chicago. I've loved and I've been broken, although the reality is much more complicated than the old fashioned receipe of teenage love.  I've had some incredible time but I've also grown older. My skin might be young, but my eyes are bleak and empty. People say they' re pervasi

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I actually don't know what made me say that. I guess it doesn't refer directly to me. The Lady is life, it's Frida Kahlo and Cesaria Evora. How do I find you, my good friends? I hope busy, because that means you' re not alone. Come closer, my friends, let me whisper to you some idiotic lyrics you wouldn't understand.  There is no time for confesions, although I have sinned. I just want to say this to you: "I wouldn't want the flowers to know my pain, because they would cry, too". Let's get drunk. Maybe this way we'll forget, or die, or live forever. Give me poison, so I can be whoever I want. And don't let me get lost in the outside world. L