V i v o p o r q u e e x i s t e l a m ú s i c a, s e n c i l l a m e n t e.

So che capirete. Io vivo per la musica.

31.7.10

Tired means cold.

I'm worn out because of waiting in vain. I'm tired of hoping for the prince I might dream of, he simply does not exist.

You may think I'm as cold as ice when told I don't fall in love. May find it amusing the fact I'm not into romance, and don't really dream of anyone. So do I.

Wishing for the perfect boy, who'd make me feel in heaven and embrace both my laughter and tears, has consumed mi faith. I CAN be happy by myself. It's not the easiest, nor the best, by I can, so I will.

I'm not looking for a prince...

...though I'd appreciate to at least get a toad that'd be lloking in my direction completly. Well, no, I don't feel like shareing.



P.D: Imagen 95% sacada de Google, 5 % editada por mi, en GIMP (le cambié la boca, que estaba triste, por esta de".").

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