Tan Mizerable Como Siempre

Saben ultimamente me he sentido tan estupida,

con ganas de salir corriendo y dejar todo atras.

de no ser yo...

canzada de ser tan idiota y que las cosas me salgan mal

que puedo hacer para no sentirme tan basura?









kiza dejar de hacer estupideces.

kiza dejar de tener sexo con kien no amo

kiza dejar de cortar mis manos

kiza deba de contarle esto a mi psikiatra o

kiza deba de dejar de ir con el despues de un año de no decir lo que siento frente a el

kiza deba de dejar de sentir esas ganas de morirme.







kiza despuez de todo siga siendo tan mizerable como siempre
llena de un dolor que acabara por consumirme
por ke desde ke arrancaron mi korazon
kemaron mi piel
y escupieron en mis pensamientos
me volvi un titere que no hace mas
que la mentarse por lo ke fue y no pudo ser







tengo tantas ganas de cerrar los ojos para no abrirlos mas

por ke sigo siendo tan mizerable como siempre

Jeff Hardy

Height: 6 foot 1
Weight: 225 pounds
From: Cameron, N.C.
Signature Move: Swanton Bomb, Whisper in the Wind, Twist of Fate
Career Highlights: World Tag Team Champion; Intercontinental Champion; Hardcore Champion; European Champion; Light Heavyweight Champion; WCW Tag Team Champion
Associates: Matt Hardy
WWE Debut: 1993
Trained By: Dory Funk, Jr., Michael Hayes

Simply put, Jeff Hardy is an artist. His world revolves around writing “emoetry,” recording music (“alternative, alternative music,” according to his brother Matt), and employing tinfoil and paint to craft intimate, personal, and sometimes bizarre works of art. His house is decorated with toys, artificial plants and life-size Japanese fiberglass sculptures. One of his most cherished creations—a thirty-foot “Aluminummy” statue called Neroameee, from Nero, his middle name—stands tall outside his studio.
Still, this artist has always been drawn to another, very different canvas—that of the squared circle. Growing up with Matt in the pinewoods of Cameron, North Carolina, 11-year-old Jeff—influenced by the likes of Ric Flair, the Fabulous Freebirds, and the Rockers—took a ramp he built for his bike and painted it to resemble an entrance stage for his “wrestling ring,” the backyard trampoline. As he grew older, so did his desire to take greater risks, whether it was to feel the rush of executing hundred-foot-high triples on his motorcross bike, or jumping off the roof of his house as a member of the brothers’ “Teenage Wrestling Federation.” It was such fearlessness and desire that would bring the 16-year-old daredevil to World Wrestling Entertainment, and after several years catapult him to worldwide fame and main-event status, first as one-half of WWE’s high-flying “Team Extreme,” The Hardys, then in singles competition.
Though many of his paintings are abstract, this free spirit is a Rembrandt inside the ring, signing his name not with the traditional paintbrush or pen, but with wildly unorthodox, high-impact maneuvers off top ropes and 20-foot ladders. His credo is simple: to create, then surpass his creation.
Unfortunately, most true artists must sink to their lowest point before attaining their greatest heights. For Jeff, the wear-and-tear of living life on the road would help prompt him to leave WWE in 2003. But after a three-year personal journey of refocusing his passion and energies, he now finds himself “in a positive place…and that’s what motivates me.” Since returning to WWE in August 2006, this reinspired risk-taker has gone back to creating the art he loves most—entertaining WWE fans in arenas around the world. And his most extreme masterpiece awaits.

A Chuva!

PORRA!! ontem foi um dia muito ruim!!

1.- eu tive que exponer pra capacitacao na clase da bruxa da Elda....( eu naum sei que fazo lha!)

2.- depois eu sai com a Erandy e com Edith a comer no MOSHI MOSHI,, um restorante muito legal mais muito TAKAI! eu quase fiquei sem dinheiro..

3.- ao sair do MOSHI MOSHI tava chovendo como nunca, eu to enferma da gripa, emtao corrimos a tah o metrobus,...

4.- chegamos a chavela com o diego, yekene e demais meninas raparigas que eu nau gosto delas, (so fui por o diego.. Party pelo seu niver).

5.- ficando lha eu fiquei chata e meus amigos o Yoshiro ea Edith tambem.

6.- quando tudos e foram o mesero levo a conta eh!! pra um caralho foi muito TAKAI

7.- ja em doctor Galvez chovia muito muito ruim!!!

8.- caminhando com a Edith e com o Yoshiro, um desgraçado MICRO nos Cheio de Agua da chuva!! isso foi muito ruim...

eu terminei com um banho de agua calente, depois em minha cama e com um the de Abango.....

Amém!

Desculpa a palavra, mas foi DO CARALHO! Depois de tantas desistências, quase ter trancado a facul e ir pra odonto, tentativas de suicidio, de quase ter cometido um assassinato a seus colegas e de ter me sedado de calmantes ontem... eu consegui! hahha Tá ai o quase escuto dezer ao Felipe Uribe Parabens Agora voce e tuda uma Psicologa....

Amém Senhor \o/ Agora que venha a festa! YEAH! ;*

Cuna

Mi sangre de mazoquista corre impaciente por mis venas,

Estoy esperándote sádicamente, con un beso venenoso

Debido al dolor no puedo ver la virtud, eres la última madre

Mi memoria te enterró para que no comprendieras a la primera madre
Aunque el reloj se retroceda, los pecados cometidos no pueden cambiar

La primero y la última persona que me entendió se quema
Te veo resistir fuerte y amablemente una decisión

unca pude decirte

El sonido crujiente mi piel herida, profundizo más mis heridas

¿Tú, profundamente celosa, tienes siempre el corazón frio?

Aun ahora no quiero olvidar el abuso de mi niñez

¿Por qué no tengo una madre? díme...

Algún día comprenderé la bondad de mi madre, en una cuna...
Debido a la angustia no puedo ver ante mí a mi última madre

Por lo menos, para que no comprendieras a la primera madre
Aunque el reloj se retroceda, los pecados cometidos no pueden cambiar

La primero y la última persona que me entendió se destruye
¿Eras demasiado amable para mí?

La reflexión de un antiguo trauma ¿Al fin te destruí, soy un sádico?