Coked up Bo says gtfo

Ojo la sonrisita/mostrada de dientes al final. Fierce.

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Mónica Varela:

Eres una santa.

Resulta que ella es la inspectora de mi colegio y me vio mal y me dejo
salir a tomar aire.

Y que bien me hace el aire.

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Raras veces necesito ayuda

Pero juro que ahora es una de esas veces. No puedo moverme.

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For fucks sake

No puedo no puedo no quiero nada. Me
Quiero morirrrr juro por dios que ya no aguanto mas esta mierda de
vida. Estoy chata de hacerme la idiota e ignorarlo y tener que
levantarme día tras día tras día tras día tras fucking DIA a hacer
la misma imbecilidad y tener que hacer como que estoy anestesiada para
no sentir lo anquilosante que es no poder ser yo misma.

Ahora estoy en un fucking baño de mi colegio llorando y no se que
hacer y NO HAY NADA QUE HACER. NADA QUE HAGA NUNCA ME VA A SATISFACER.
Siempre voy a ser la misma infeliz mal agradecida y vacía y SOLA de
siempre. Solo agradecería que no hubiera gente para recordarmelo todo
el tiempo.

Me quiero morir.

-f

let's go out in the rust &...

Ayer llego Stage desde Inglaterra y lo escuhe todo el día :) la
versión de What In The World y Art Decade son fucking asombrosas.

I've been reading a couple things on Occultism, astral senses &
travelling. Interesting. I never thought i'd be into this kind of
stuff but my constant déja vùs keep reminding me that there must be
something i hadn't noticed yet and was suppossed to. Funny thing i
started the practice yesterday and today it all felt different. I
wonder what's going on with me.

Hoy me voy a la playa denuevo. Esta fue una buena semana overall y
estoy entretenida viviendo. :)

-f

kundalini express

She was suppossed to leave like an hour ago. What the fuck is she doing here? Gtfo you and your cheap perfume. It makes me sick.

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glittering & cruel

Escucho Slow Attack por primera vez. Ya amo Wheatfields, espero que el resto sea así de epico (:

in summer, songs grow like rainbows

So apparently Berlin seems like an achievable idea. I'd love to go there first. Take a look around, see if I like it. I have a feeling I will. I'm dead anxious.
I'll probably go sometime around February. My mom has to go for business reasons. Me? I'll go for pleasure. <3
Also, our new beach house was the best idea ever. A new feed of motivation and a radical change in my routine. Week's for working, weekends aren't.

Love, we're running out of Orwell material. What are we gonna do when that happens?

Good news on school front: My grades are going great, there's just a month left so there's no chance in hell that i'll fuck it up. I wouldn't have enough time. And, next year will mean my sonofabitch of an english teacher will be long gone, and this applies to maths too and probably to our chief teacher. And to put a cherry on top of this, the class program will be redone so i'll quit the fuck out of my chemistry class and choose history instead.

Bad things are a little more immediate: I have an essay to print and an oral to learn for tomorrow and I haven't done anything yet.



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