revolving dreams...

Morning ^_^
Yesterday was a pretty hectic day... I was able to keep reading Promethea, I haven't finish it yet, but it is getting quite good (in fact, where did I left the damn comic book?)

I had a good chat session yesterday in the MSN, i had the chance to talk to Lorena (this girl from Argentina that I met eons ago and the communication suddenly stopped), also I had the chance to talk to Pancho hehehehe... lots of interest things going on for him right now, and I also was chatting with Jess (one of my friends from highschool), it was really great. I'm happy 'coz it had been a long time since I had such a good time chatting. Pancho and Jess had been great, really supportive in all this "breaking up with Ireri thingy"... Pancho is the one that has keeping, at some level, sane; and Jess is like a flicker of hope that reminds me that doesn't mather what happens, sooner or  later, a friendship can be rebuild. That gives me hope... I hope that it doesn't take me as long as it took wih Jess, now I consider myself much more mature, so if everythings turns out right, maybe Ireri and I could be hanging out as friends really soon.

I'm feeling pretty good this morning... I woke up thinking of SOL, a story that has been taking shape inside my head for the past, dunno, four years... I hope some day I'll be able to write it down.

Well guys... C'ya.

(hmmm... yesterday I remembered something really important, but I think I forgot it this morning... ^_^)

once and again...

I've put her letters away...

I have so many whishes

so many dreams

so many plans….

I just want to merge… and be no more… and yet, be.

I want to feel the air passing by my leafs…

I want to feel the moon calling me in the nights…

I want to feel the sun in every corner of the word…

I want to exist in a spark and die with the universe…

And I want… And I want... And I want… be able just to cry.

Some are born to greatness...

... and some are born to cry.

It's not the best day, but the sad part is that I think it will not be the worst. I've thinking about this PULP song, Threes, is a great song, a sad song if I may say.

Yesterday I posted a question in my blog and some of you've answered... thank you, it was very enlightening to read what toy guys think. Personaly I don believe imagination is strong, but I have a little theory of my own.

Imagination, hope and dream are all importante 'coz at some levels they represent three different kinds of energies.

*Imagination for me is the strongest, it has the power to create and destroy. Imagination is the source of all creations and all destruction. God imagine life and then he sow it was good, everyone in this world is ruled not by the rules of physics or maths, we're rule by the boundaries of our imagination. We are as big as we want us to be, as happy. That's the power of imagination, the power of being.

*Dream is not as strong as imagination, but I think it is more dangerous due to his great instability, dream is chaos, the chaos within us all; dream, for me, represents imagination in the wild, when it is not controled by reasoning. Dream is a strong force controlled by our passions and desires, dreams are dangereous but thank goodness it is trapped inside our heads, and dreaming can't hurt anybody byt us.

*Hope, this is the most weak of all forces. But let me say this, when I say weak and don't mean it is useless or if they get into a ring and fight hope will lose... no, not at all. When I say hope is weak I mean it in a sense that hopes do not directly creates nor destroys anything. Hope is a everlasting force... a force that was here before imagination and dreaming and probably will be here much after these two are gone. Hope is a force that is commonly misunderstood, but for me, hope is the voice inside our heads that urges us to take our next breath. Hope is the force that gives imagination and dreaming a reason to exist 'coz without hope there is no point. People say that during a war, what keeps people alive is hope and freedom. So lets give hope a hand, 'coz it keep us all alive. What would you do without the certainty or the hope that you'll live thru the next minute?

That's all.. sorry for the LONG LONG post.

HUGHS ^_^

dreaming never ends...

Once, I read in a book called "The Third Eye" that everything that we are able to imagine is possible, but in this book they said that imagination wasn't just about wishing things... imagination goes deeper, if you are able to imagine every single detail of something, how it feels, how it taste, smells, how it looks... then you can bring it into existance. It can be anything... from walking thru the smallest edge in the top of a building to flying. That is how, maybe, inventors got to create all of those things that they've created... first they dreamt about them, then they thought abuot them and finally the imagined them to bring them into existance.

I thinks it is hard to say something like this in the middle of a civilization like the one we live in... but just stop and think: most of the mathematics (of the hardcore mathematics which are the principles for every science) are abstract... belongin only to the realm of imagination and infinite possibilities.

I haven't finish reading promethea.. but so far, that might be one of the themes and philosofical issues in that comic.

One last question... and I'd like you guys to post a comment about this... what do you think is more powerful: HOPE, IMAGINATION or DREAMING?

A difficult question indeed... ^_^

imagination encircles the world...

I've reading PROMETHEA lately and what can I say... it's great, really really great. My bro tells me that the plot thickens later on and it gets much more interesting so am looking forward to keep reading.

I took the second step and the third. As a second step I erase all my cellphone messages from her... like I said to Pancho yesterday it is pretty hard to read all those unkept promises, all of those "I'll always love you", or those "I want you to be happy... with me" and of course the little cute ones that said something like "I love you PEPINOTE". It was so hard that I almost burst into tears infront of Mixup, but in the middle of that self-toture progress Quique came along so I regain strenght and didn't cry (I just don't like people to see me cry.. dunno why, I know that's wrong but that's the way it is).

When I got home I tried to delete some of Ireri's mails... I couldn't... maybe I will do it later.

That's all for today, my mom wants to use (yet again) the computer.

I'M SO BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have lot's of things to write... about imagination, hope and that kinda of stuff but my mom is gonna kill me if I don't stop right now.

C'ya guys.

Seymour bring her back to me...

I've got the strangest dream... it was a mixture of a really scary dream, a powerful one a beautiful one. It started with me fighting agaisnt a phantom who was making a little kid sick with cancer... the sad part is that this phantom was his mother and she was doing this 'coz of her suffering nature... it was reaaaaally spooky... but it was OK I guess.

Then, somehow I was some sort of God. A creator of life, and I was bringing into life a fairy named Letahim, a lake fairy to be more specific. I could go on for like 500 words telling you the story of this fairy, but I wont.

In the third part of the dream I was some sort of a shadow creature... lurking inbetween this realm of reality and the realm of dreaming. It was probably the worst part of the dream... I was nothing, I felt like nothing... and then it hitted me:

This is how I am... how most of usa are... that dream portrayed perfectly my nature and my three most representative parts, first it was me, just me (and I suppose that the reiki part of me showed in the first part). Then it I was the writter me, the imaginative part of me, the creator of being thru my imagination and the third part of me was my EGO, that shadowy part of me, the one that is designed to protect me in both words, the part of me that is horrible 'coz it works from fear... but also I realize that this part of me suffers a lot, being trapped between the beauty of dreams and the stone cold reality must be really hard.

I'm sure that this weird dream of mine, may or may not signify what I say... but it is good enough interpretation, don't you agree?

Y el saludo de tu voz...

Elle a appelé moi. C’est un bizarre sentiment… quand elle m’a appelé, pour un second, j’étais très joyeux mais un peu après… oh Dieu ! Je n’aime pas cette sentiment, je n’aime pas cette sensation… je suis effrayé, je ne veulent qu’elle a cette commande sur moi, sur mes sentiments, sur toute.

Remenbering my Français guys.

She called me, and when I say she I mean IRERI... am not sure what to think or what to do... damn this feeling. Like I was saying to Quique, when she called me I could not stop mysefl from smiling... and that scared me. I wanted to be distant, cold... but it was impossible.

She holds a tremendous power over me, she does... really. I don't like to feel powerless before her charms and her voice.

FUCK THIS! am gonna sleep the day away. C'ya

... can't kill the beast

I did it and it was awful... I grabbed a box and putted most of her things away. A great percentage of the decoration of my room was like and altar for her and until yesterday I was ready to put everything away... well, almost everything... I wasn't able to put something away, and the sad part is that, those very things that I wasn't able to put away are the things that remind most of her: like a dream catcher, stuffed animals, a lamp and a framed puzzle.

It hurts a lot... yesterday I had a breakdown, I was... I am feeling very very sad and anxious. I dunno where she is, how she is... is she doing well? is she hurting as bad as I am? does she miss me? or she has already get over me, is she already in his arms, being happy... don't get me wrong, I don't want her to be unhappy, but it hurts to think that she is being happy without me and... so damn fast!

The other day I was reading a compilation of poems and thoughts that I've written for the past six years or so... most of them are sad and depressing except for the ones that I wrote thinking of her… has she being the only happiness that I’ve had for the past years… and if she was, will I be able to write happy stuff again or am I back in the place where sad poems and melancholic dreams rein my life?

It’s hard… I don’t want to fall… so far I’ve being able to stay cool… and not just cool… ICE COOL about this ¬_¬ but maybe, just maybe I’ll crack sooner or later. Ireri is gone… for good and all I can do is to let it all come, and let it all flow.

“Excuse me, but I have to explode this body off me, I’ll be brand new… brand new tomorrow, a little bit tired but brand new”

if I should die in this very moment...

Sadly, the tittle of this post frightens me because I don't think I could say: "If I should die in this very moment I'll die happy"... I really don't. It is not like am unhappy or miserable, but my life rigth now is not a life that I'd be happy leaving behind... I have to do some arrangements... I choose to do some arrangements.

Yesterday was a neat day and it was finished in the best way I can think of... I woke up in the morning very bored and that mood continued until the meal. After eating my bro and I went to have a meeting with the guys from karaokulta, and I had a really great time, we've got the chance to talk about the project, play videogames (grrrreat!!!) , eat cookies (one of the highlights of the evening) and watch SHREK 2 (I bent on laughter with this).

When we got home I sat and watch LOST IN TRANSLACTION again... mam, that movie is just so cute and amazing... I mean, I can't avoid feeling that strange little acke in your heart that it's felt when you see something really beautiful. So I went to bed with tha feeling.

Today I woke up with that frase in mind: "If I should die in this very moment..." And I comprehend that I want to have a beautiful moment like the one in Lost in Translaction.. I want to experienced pure loving friendship... I want to be able to smile after a kiss again... and I don't want to die unless I have that again.

And I want.. and I want... and I want... and I WILL!!!

It is not about what I want... it is about what am willing to do for that wich I desire.

I'll start simple... how about with a smile?








PS: Today, sunday, Ireri is supposed to get back from wherever she is... I sent her an e-mail a few days back and she hasn't written back. Maybe, just maybe, she'll write back today... dunno. All of this it's tormenting , it is hard when you realize that the love of your life is not longer with you... it is tough when you feel lonely and nobody can fill that whole, not even I can. It is harsh when I hear the words but I can't connect them with feelings. It is horrible when you realize that almost verything remids you of her and you want to get away from everything... everyone.

And it is awful when I feel used by people... I wont get into details right now... maybe some other day. But believe me, feeling used is one of the worst things you could ever feel, 'coz it not only makes you feel anger it also breaks your heart. My heart is way too broken already.

in a place like this...

I've just came back from one of Sappho's concerts... and all I have to say is WOW!, really. I feel very proud of my friends and I can't believe it when I remember the times they used to play in Diego's garage... now they're a whole band, with great music and songs and fans. Is fantastic how things, little by little, change from being a "garage psuedo-band thing" to be a band... and a good one.

I had a funny day... am really starting to miss Ireri a lot, it's a strange feeling in my stomach, and am sure it's called sadness, but this kind of sadness is unique and I've never experienced it before... I can't put it into words.. I just feel like crying and screaming. I feel sick and happy at the same time; love sick and happy 'coz of my friends.

Duality is such a harsh word.

KISS

Everything that I've done, every step, every breath, every choice that I 've made is a tiny part in the puzzle of my life... everything that is this that I AM is being formed by my choices. Thousands of choices made in one day. Choices, that for sure, determine my life.

This thoughts make me feel nervous and anxious... make me thing twice before taking my next breath 'coz, at some level, every breath counts in the shaping of my life. However the issue at stake is not whether I should take a breath or not, the issue is, that in the quest for excellence we have to have this in mind: excellence is achived not by doing everything perfect, excellence is reached by making every second of our lives be worthy of living, every choice has to be made looking for happiness, and I know it is impossible to always be happy, but we have to have in mind that everything that we choose will make us happy or help us to be so.

Life is simple you guys, we have been programmed to think otherwise, to think that we CAN'T be happy, happines is an utopia, we can only taste it in short periods... THIS IS BULLSHIT!!! why do we have to live with that belive! why can't we just be happy! is as simple as that... just be happy.

KISS means Keep It Simple Stupid! Life is simple, happiness is at hand... we are the ones that complicate our owns lives.



**** my moms says that am not deppressed enough about what happened with Ireri... for real? do I need to cry and stuff... am I not normal or something?

... strange prisioners, just like us.

The well announced chat with my neighboor ocurred and, in the sacred name of honesty, I have to say that it wasn't at all what I expected... it was nice though, but I didn't have the chance to speak with her about what's going on in my life... she was very happy about her graduation and her trip that I just couldn't brake that feeling up by saying: "... but wait!!! Stop being happy 'coz I have a grrreat victim story o_O"
So, obviously that didn't happen. We'll see if I'll have the chance to talk to her later.

Right now I am at the UP, for sure, as a karmatic punishment in the shape of pure and true boredoom. My mom want's to use the CPU so later guys. I hope, in the sweet love of the All Mighty, that something of interest happens today.

Take care you imaginary readers and recieve all my... dunno... butterflies ¬_¬

... don't look back

For the love of God this has got to stop!!! at some point I promise I'll try to stop writting about my breaking up with Ireri... it's hard though, but I'll try. I still feel bad about what happened and, for example, yesterday I tried to listen to one of my cd's but I just couldn't... the memories were just too painful, so guys, I hope some day I'll be able to listen to music the way I did it when it meant joy and not memories... or al least, I hope to be able to at least be able to turn those memories in happy ones and not painful.

I'll like to share something about the tittle of this blog... it is entittled "Sueños y Susurros". That name is the name of one of my life's projects, the name of my first book... a compilation o short stories, right now I've written like 15 short stories, and from of all those just 4 or so are really worth it, so I think I am in the right track, maybe in 10 months or so I'll have quite some collection of good short stories.

So, for now, this is all I have to say... maybe tonight I'll write something else `coz I'm supposed to meet with my neighboor today and I'm sure that it's going to be a nice chat.

See ya guys, take care, don't do drugs... stay away from gang bangs and smile... try to be joyful not just happy, Kay?

little by little...

Now am sure, I passing thru the most difficult days of my life... I don't really know where to start, first of all Ireri broke up with me (a difficult enough situation per se) and the problem is not really what she has done, the problem is that I have the same feelings towards her... really, if it was up to me, nothing of this would have happened. For what is worst, I know that at the same time that I'm in pain `coz of the breaking up she might be as happy and light as a little... dunno... butterfly ¬_¬.

You see the problem there? Maybe she is already in some other state (that in fact she is) hanging around with her new wannabe boyfriend (that I don't know) kissing and doing some other stuff (that... oh God! I hope not).

Besides Quique has left my house, apparently some problems between my mother and his wicked and crooked (I liked those words) aunts and his sister. So, Quique is now in taking some time off from these problems, he said he wanted to take some time to clear his head before he could take a side... I personally don't believe it... is not about taking sides, it is about that Quique's life is changing just because some ridiculuos problems that aren't really his.

And... guess what? Just to continue this tragic victim story I have to say what follows: MY HOUSE IS HAUNTED!!!! and I'm not saying this as a joke... really something is wrong there, the vibes are not the same and yesterday my family and I were trying to clean it up a little (we all have taken reiki courses so we know how to do it)... it gave me the chills. I kwow that most of the people do not believe in that sort of things so I'm not getting into details, but it was hard. What makes it a little bit more difficult is that my mom doesn't believe that she is enough to clean the house... so in the very same moment my mom begins to hesitate the strenght of our family flickers.

Don't get me started with my mom... p-p-please, she is always the victim... I do not feel confortable talking about my problems `coz in the moment I do it she starts making them her problems!!! And I end up making HER feel better... what's that about? Is not fair and she did it when Ireri broke up with me and she did it again yesterday when Quique was confused, crying and all the rest while he was leaving the house.

I can continue with this but I wont... is not about the huge list of things that aren't working in my life (`coz there are quite a few more)... this is about that because of all of these things I haven't being able to cry and mourn for what happened with Ireri... and I know that's bad... I want to cry but I feel that at some level I AM NOT ALLOWED TO CRY

when the music stops...

Words and pretty rhymes take about 2o minutes to form a poem or a sonete, but the feelings portrayed in those words take a lifetime to come and an eternity to fade away.
 
I had a guys night yesterday with my friends (coke, cesar, javo, blanco and pancho) and it was a nice evening until somewhere between the ninth and the tenth beer, when pancho said it: "Ireri broke up with Victor"... from that moment we began to speak about relationships, Ireri, breaking up, feeling blue and all those sort of things. I really had a good time, I mean, it was not a joy ride talking about those kind of stuff but it helped me to realize that somehow am not alone.
 
I've being thinking a lot, and now I've realized that I KNOW what is to come, but my FEELINGS wont give in into those changes, my feelings are still holding me back, still making me awful and confused.. I mean, just a few moments ago I was about to cry just beacuse I heard the name of a song, I didn't listen to the song, I just heard the name and it broke my heart... the song is named UNISON and it is one of the most wonderful, intimate and beautiful love songs that I know... songs that remind me of a time in my life that is gone. And I wonder : will I ever be able to listen to a love song without feeling depresed?
 
I hear a voice inside that is whispering , urging me to cry an let it all out...

Encontrando cosas dentro de mi...

This is a little something that wrote long time ago; however it is not until today that I find true meaning to this words. It's spanish, enjoy.

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Una lágrima tibia deja una huella fría al recorrer tus mejillas,
Y un abrazo tierno ya no produce cosquillas,
Comienzas a notar las sutilezas de la vida,
Comienzas a descubrir nuevos sentimientos al darles salida,
Tu corazón expandido late en tu cuerpo,
Y tu mente vuela junto a las estrellas en el firmamento,

Descubres el encanto de las miradas perdidas,
Sonríes tristemente al escuchar tus ilusiones
Envueltas en un eco y a la vez carcomidas
Con la certeza que algo ha muerto y nunca regresará,
Bueno… tal vez en viejas canciones

Sientes la tristeza y te enamoras de ella,
Un sentimiento puro y destructivo,
Que aunque me provoca a gritar en silencio,
Me recuerda que estoy vivo.

Rule number one...

I just broke the "rule number one"... I called her, and met her... face to face again. But is wasn't bad at all (and I hope am not saying this out of denial). I really don't have anything to say about it... I mean, lots of things happenned... but I juts don't fell like write them down.
 
I went out with Blanco.. and I didn't have the guts to tell him, maybe he already knows, or suspects something... who knows.
 
It was reallt nice to have a "not breaking up with Ireri conversation".
 
I'm really scared... I don't want this to screw things up in my group of friends.

And if we all go back to another time...

I can´t help it, I have to write what follows: While I sit here by myself, all lost and lonely, I can´t think of nothing else: if only...
 
Yesterday was a shitty day... for real, I think it was one of the hardest day of my life. It was my  first day after my grilfriend broke up with me... and all I wanted was to have a nice day, I wanted people to pampered me and just to have a peaceful time, relax and think things over, but no!!! oh no! It was too much... imposible I'd say.
 
I got up really early in the morning to go help in my school and I was busy all day... that wasn't so bad, I mean, I didn't have the change to think and torture myself with my thoughts 'coz I was too busy for that.
 
Later on, when I got to my house I found myself in a battle field, worse that guns and swords... a family battle field. Apparently my parents had a discussion with my brother about his life (believe me guys... be patient, I'll tell more about this later, let's not get into details) and suddenly I was involve as a mediator or a judge  o_O ... In my fucking day of mourning I had to be mature enough, centered enough to had an argument with my folks... I mean... why!?
 
To make this story short... my mom cracked up, my dad almost cracked up and I was so shocked that, for one moment, I forgot what was going on in my life! It was one of the worst family arguments that we've had... and oh!!! let my tell you this: my bro wasn't around, so I was left alone with my parents, arguing about stupid things, trying to defend my brother, trying to get a hold of myself and connect with my parents and I felt just to lonely.
 
Usually after this kind of things I´d just call Ireri... obviously, that was not an option.
 
Right there, in those moments I think I experienced true loneliness... after a few minutes, my bro arrived and Quique, him and I had the chance to talk... that helped... and later I could talk with pancho... that helped A LOT!
 
That night I close my eyes listening to Sigur Ross (or however you spell it) wishing that I was trapped in the middle of a nightmare, wishing to wake up in the morning brand new, with my life as it was just a few days ago, waking up from this...
 
Today I woke up and found myself here, in this realm of reality, nothing changed... I wonder, could there be another Victor, maybe on the other side of the mirror, a happier one? And if there is one, why am I here? Why can´t be in some other realm? Why can't I be in the other side of the mirror?... Maybe, juts maybe, things are different over there.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
PS: fucking Belle and Sebastian "If you are felling sinester" cd. I remembered that the night Ireri pushed me away I was hearing that cd. The night my bro crashed he was listening to that same cd, and the day I crashed I was listening to that very same cd.
 
 
 
 
 
 

I just wanna be alone...

First of all... let´s get this straight, I'll write in this blog/therapy in the lenguage I desire. Right now I really want to write in english... I dunno why, but I guess is has something to do with my mood.

I just took a short walk... my brother told me it might help me to walk around and think, but right now, thinking is not helping ´coz I can't help it... am always thinking about this tiny little thing in my life, and I guess that the size doesn´t really matter, what matters is the enormous hole that has left deep inside.

I wonder... what will happen to music now? what will happen to writting? and all of those things that reminds me of her. for some reason, every dammable piece of music that I hear reminds of her ... I guess my mind is not on my side.

I just want to go, y'know? I want to rise to the sky, close my eyes and fly around for quite some while.

What´s the use to cling to words
when they became just words
What´s the use to cling to a smile
when it no longer feels warm
What's the use to laugh and cry
when everything's shatter inside
What's the use to look into the eyes
when all you get is your reflection
What's the use to all of this...
What... please... tell me... someone?

Y asi comienza...

Estoy comenzando esto a manera de terapia personal.

Así es como esta la cosa... hoy, jueves 15 de julio, comienza una nueva época en mi vida. Y realmente el problema no es el comienzo de algo nuevo sino lo que representa este nuevo comiezo. Representa el fin de algo, que aún no quiero aceptar y de hecho me resisto a aceptarlo... no es que este en negación, pero aún hay un destello de esperanza con respecto a este asunto y como dice el dicho "do not speak a demons name unless you are ready for his glare"

Ayer... o más bien hoy a la 1 de la mañana mi corazón imploto, para todos aquellos que piensan que no es posible, pues les tengo noticias: si es posible y se siente horrible. Ireri, mi errrr... no se como llamarla, Ireri y yo tuvimos una relación muy chida... llevamos juntos dos años y medio y hasta hace unas horas yo tenia planeado seguir con ella mucho mas tiempo.

Es muy cañon darte cuenta que todo un monton de cosas que habías soñada y cientos de castillos en las nubes que habías edificado han sido subitamente abandonados... yo creo que esa es la palabra, abandonados, sería más facil que hayan sido destruidos, así ya no dolería tanto... pero siguen allí y sus ecos es lo que me molesta. Cerrar los ojos y verla. Ver cualquier cosa alrededor mio y recordarla... ARGHHH!!! se que a penas han pasado unas horas pero me siento demasiado mal.

Lo más gracioso o patético, depende de cómo quieras verlo, es que mis sentimientos hacia ella no han cambiado; sin miedo a equivocarme la sigo amando, digo... no es como si de un minuto a otro dejaras de amar a una persona.

Habia construido un monton de fantasias muy chidas en torno a ella, había imaginado cómo sería todo con ella, irnos al extranjero juntos, graduarnos y conseguir un depa para vivir los dos juntos... a veces, la duda me embargaba y me hacía pensar que era imposible... que tarde o temprano esto se iba a acabar, que eramos muy chavos, etc... ect... pero cada vez que ese tipo de pensamientos me atacaban lo que sentía por ella reforzaba mis sueños, el saber que hay muchas otras parejas que duraron como novios mucho tiempo más, años y que después de eso se casaron.

HACE UNOS DIAS ella todavía me decía que me amaba... todavía me sonría y me abrazaba emocionada... haces unos días me graduaba del EIP con la seguridad y la certeza de que iba a pasar mi vida con ella, con la certeza de que nuestra relación se había sanado a tal nivel que ya podía con todo. Pero, heh, como dijo mi hermano "que padre sería si fuéramos magos y pudieramos controlar a las otras personas y lo que pasa a nuestro alrededor". Lo más ironico/triste es que realmente lo que yo quería para ella es que fuera feliz... sin embargo ahora me doy cuenta que esa felicidad ella tiene que encontrarla y no puedo aprisionarla a mí. Si realmente quiero que sea feliz tengo que dejarla que sea feliz conmigo o sin mi... o no?

De qué se trata!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????? se me hace imposible, cómo el amor de alguien se puede esfumar en cuestión de dias... y si no fue así cómo alguien puede mentir y decir "TE AMO" sin sentirlo... y si así es el caso... argh! cuántos "te amo" vacios me habrá dicho sin sentirlos?, cuantos?

Este post ya esta kilométrico... me retiro y talvez regreso pronto