I'M AN ONION.

Three times deeper than most of the people around me. I've got many layers, perhaps too many, and that is why only a privileged few can enjoy myself and my real thoughts. After the first layer of "superficiality and total consumerism", the "I give all a shit" layer appears.

Behind, the impassable barrier, impossible to go through, the "never to come to my feelings" one.

Tanks, flamethrowers, grenades, machine guns, try all your weapons, they will be totally useless. Harder than diamond on the front, more fragile than the paper behind.

If you succeed, congratulations and welcome to Wonderland.

BRB.

IT'S APRIL!
and I've already got so many plans for SUMMER!

Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

Secrets
Insribed on velvet paper
Padlocked with ribbon
Stowed away in hidden drawers
Forever forgotten.

BRB.

facts.

There will always be a "lie" in believe

an "over" in lover

an "end" in friends

an "us" in trust

and an "if" in life.

BRB.

Something inexplicable to me. Something I can not describe in words. Shit! what's happening?

Blink, Bling, Money, Honey!

Her face is fair, her person pleasing, her temper amiable, and her heart kind; she is delighted in relieving the wants of her fellow creatures, and cultivate that divine pleasure by the most liberal and unpretending methods; to the poor she is a benefactor; to the rich an example; to the wretched a comforter; to the prosperous an ornament.

For me just Viv.

Stupid hardheaded woman. Stupid for being masochist, and loving people unwilling to be loved. Watch me in the eyes dear. You diserve more, than you are fighting for. You've shown me I can trust  you and you trust me. Thank you for being one of the best. Thank you friend.

Pretty little bitch, I love you!

BRB.

She smiled.

You know, that M smile,

That means: You don´t know me at all, and you never will.

Skin.

She is so good at conceiling things, and, hiding, avoiding. But, I DO know her.

And I know that she's got so much love in her heart, that the thought of getting it out, showing her cards, scares her to death...
BRB.

The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.

You stupid annoying people, buy yourselves a life and stop arguing about mine. Yes I know, my live is very interesting, I'm better than you all motherfuckers, so please, don't make waste my time any more.

I'm on Fire! What I do is my own business not yours. This is the worst system I've ever seen. I talk, you talk, and they talk. Everybody talks about things they shouldn't be talking.

Who gossips with you, will gossip of you. I don't at all like knowing what people say of me behind my back. It makes me far too conceited.

Shut the fuck up and, shit, fuck you all ;)

BRB.