*rain and thunders*


Dead from the inside... and willing to kill


I feel lost.
My mind feels empty, my eyes keep aching as if there's sand on them, my senses are totally but not comfortably numb. *heh*
I feel like I'm losing all the things I cherished for, things I hold dear.
Or maybe just now I find out that I never really "had" these things.
For something in my heart knows that none of this was meant to me.
Go figure...

One day I had the sweetest dream... it felt like heaven of some sort... made me happy for a while... then suddenly I realized... it happened to be the worst kind of illusion, painfull and bitter, draining my last shards of lucidity.

How did I get into this?
How could I allow?
...
I hate my naïveness.
I hate my ever-dreamful nature.
I hate to love.
I hate you.

I hate myself...



Cecília, kicking the dead dog, feeling like writing in english and, obviously, not in a good mood... but willing to chance it with her own hands, if necessary.