Why don't you STFU?

There's a little world inside my head where human beings love me and I love them. The fact is that even there, people dislike me. Am I stupid or what? Yep. What.

Bye.

Muggle-born wizard

Bizarre headache, too little alcohol, and a bunch of cigarrettes inside my room's only cupboard. That's my life.

Is it me, or having such conservative parents can make you more rebellious than you wished you were? There are such things as fate - which, in my case, it's a fucked up kind of karma - that try to make things happen in the weird way. For example, I was looking for someone who'd save me from my self-destructive attitude. I ended up with a group of girls who are as insane as - if not even more - me. Awkward!

The fact is that I did expect it. Whatever.

This blog will end up disappearing. This might be my last post. Bunch of shit.

A few lines before I leave

What are you supposed to do when your almost perfect world starts to fall? When you mumble stupid things trying to fix it, asking yourself why did this happen? Is it me? Or is it the place? Was it alwas this bad?

Tomboy

I'm a girl.

Yes, I love cars. Specially Bugatti's.


Yes, I like sports. No, I do not like sports because of the guys who play soccer.


Yes, I like swearing. Swearing is the easiest and fastest way to reduce pain.


No, I don't like pop. Yes, I love punk, grunge, alternative rock, indie, soul and blues.


Yes, I love fashion. Long live McQueen.


No, I don't like pink. Yes, I love red, blue, green, white and black.


No, I am not going to be nice with you if you are not nice with me. We both deserve respect.


Yes, I cry.

Today was a sad day for me. Unfortunately I cannot tell why. I don't want to, because writting it would be like accepting what occured, and that's something I want to avoid.

She stared at the overjoyed girls in the corridor talk to each other, like if they were so important that everyone in the building had to hear their infantile yellings. She glared at them, thinking all of the darkest desires she hid in her head. Her swelled brain was aching of jealousy.

Why did they have such wonderful lives? Why can't I have one too? Why...?

She shudded. She had felt something in her ear, like a gentle touch. She spin around and looked at who had done that.

"I told you not to be obvious!" she whispered. He stared at her with a smile.

"Sorry, hon, had to appear"

She looked around, checking that no one was watching her.

"Go away. It's not a good time"

He frowned and got closer.

"Do you realize you're asking an hallucination to dissappear?"

She froze while he faded. His last sigh was full with pain, sadness and incomprehension. Why do I have to go?, he thought, but before he could even articulate the first letter she had dissappeared from his dream.

He woke up. This was the hundredth time he had dreamed with her. She was beautiful, dark eyes like coal; soft, long hair; brunette; and also insecure.

He knew he was real. But she thought he wasn't. And he thought she wasn't, either. She's just another dream. She mumbled once that she loved him. That was insane. A dream could love a real person, or a guy could love a dream?

What if...? That was a frecuent question in his mind. What if we both were real? What if we actually met? Would she love him? Or would she be afraid of him? Would she scream and flee?

He sighed. He would be at home all day just to dream about her.

If only dreams came true.

To the girls who'd rather be loved by Tate Langdon instead of, idk, any normal guy

Gooooooood night, world. It's 22h49 over here, and damn, I can't sleep either.

Today's Sunday. Tomorrow I have to go to school again... I thank God this is the last semester, of the LAST FREAKING YEAR! What took you so long, 12th grade, huh?

I'm in a good mood today. Yesterday I saw two episodes of, yeah, guess what, American Horror Story. Is it bad if I have marvelous dreams of me actualy being in there? In the Crime House? Can I? Ok, I must admit is creepy, scares shit outta you, makes you want to curl over your bed and makes you wish you didn't see it... But you did. And you loved it. Because is damn good, man. Damn good.

Speaking of the devil, tomorrow I will be again surrounded by a bunch of people I don't like at all. Geeze, guys, can my life go any worse? Well, actually, IT CAN. There were like tons of homework and I was just chillin' these days, and BAM, I suddenly remember I actualy got homework to do. And BADAM, I couldn't finish it. But, wait for it, I lost a book. My History book. It seems that it decided to commit suicide before the very end of my school year. Wow, I mean, really? Like, really, book? What on earth was I thinking?

Ok, let's forget about me. I actually made this post for Evan Peters, AKA Tate Langdon.

For the ones who do not watch AHS because they think is just another TV series, YOU'RE DAMN WRONG AND YOU'RE DAMN STUPID. For the ones who cannot watch this thing because they just can't, you're missing a really good stuff. For real.

Ok, Tate Langdon is a teen psycho. Not psych, psycho, of, you know, psychopath. He cuts himself, he smokes, he... well, you can imagine. Have I said he's every weird girl's crush? Like, idk, the kind of guy who's shy and insecure and you just want to hug him and keep him, like, forever?

"So, if he's so sweet and so "cuddle-me", why do you say he's a psycho?" Shut up! I haven't finished!
 Well, dearly beloved, you'll have to discover it by yourself by watching this series 'cause I'm trying not to tell anything really important about it. I must say, it is my fav character. And it's not because he's blonde, and cute, and sexy, and... oh, I forgot what I was saying!

Yeah, a bit.

OK, his real name is Evan Peters, not Peter Evans. He was born in 1987 the 20th of January  (so, yay, his birthday's soon!) in St. Louis, Missouri. He became an actor to meet the Olsen Twins (interesting fact). He also appeared in Invasion as Cooper Day and in Disney's show Phil of the Future as Seth Wosmer. In 2004 he appeared as Adam Sheppard in Clipping Adam. He won in 2004 the award for Best Breakthrough Performance at the Phoenix Film Festival. And he has also appeared in House! Wow!

So here he is. Next time I'll post about... whatever, someone interesting, perhaps, or maybe... More about AHS... who cares?

See you tomorrow, or maybe not.

It's still dark

The moon glowed over my head, the stars were her only conpanions. The silence that surrounded me was creepy, it didn't bother me anyway. My friend was with me, she was a bit scared.

"Do you know why are people afraid of the dark?"

She looked at me. She was a good girl, never had escaped from home, never had sweared, never had been herself.

"No"

She looked scared. I lay over the grave I was sitting on. Yes - we both were at the graveyard. It was my favorite place on Earth, no one would ever enter to bug you. And, if you didn't believe in ghosts and spirits or lost souls you'd realize how peaceful can it be to sleep there.

"People aren't afraid of the dark. They're afraid of what could appear from it. Monsters, ghosts... creatures from their imagination"

She nodded.

"You've been with him again, haven't you?"

I looked at her. She was the only one who knew my secret. She knew about him, she hadn't met him yet. He was a product of my sick mind, and I wasn't sharing him with another girl. I am mad, I know, but I know he is real, even though he had already proven me that he wasn't. He had vanished, appeared, disappeared and faded in my bedroom, leaving nothing but doubts about my mental health.

"No"

She nodded again, and ponted the sky.

"Do you see that star, far above, shining as if it was near?"

I looked at the sky, and nodded.

"It's not a star, silly", I laughed. She stared at me.

"It's not?"

"No", I smiled at it. "That's him"

Today I was wondering, am I insane? I know I cannot handle my situation anymore... maybe this situation will end up handling me...

I'm not an optimistic person, but people usually say I'm pretty optimistic for a pessimist. Others say I am a realistic young woman, someone who really cares about everything. Some say that I wan't everything to be perfect.

You useless brats, stop trying to label me. I am who I am and I'm not changing.

Sorry about that. It has been a long day. What's more, tomorrow it'll be worse. I hate it.

I started thinking about my senior year again. Yep, I am a senior. It's not quite obvious, is it? Anyway, I've been realizing I suck. I should quit. I should go away. One of my favorite fantasies is that I go away, I find what I want and I become a happy person. But, how can I leave when I have absolutely no idea of what I want?

Patricia

Another day at home

She looked outside through the window; she sighed and the window fogged.

"Why is everyone so happy?"

She was right. The youngsters outside were playing footbal or something like that. Others were talking with some chicks who wore too short skirts. One of them was chewing a gum, she was the "bee queen".

For the very first moment she saw them she started to hate them. Little useless brats. Little I'm-too-cool-to-talk-to-you. She felt stupid at the same time. Why am I so antisocial?

"You're not fucked"

She turned around and looked at him. He had just entered in her room, she hadn't listened him coming in.

"Society is"

He sat at her side and they both looked at the group of teenagers.

"I used to be like that, you know?", she gasped when he put his hand in her cheek.

"I'm glad you're not like that now", he said. She looked at him, at his green eyes. He smiled at her. "You look pretty tonight"

She blushed.

"Thank you"

They both smiled at each other, if life was fair they'd be the perfect couple.

But no one said that life was fair.

"I wish you were real"

His face faded in the darkness.

She saw him dissapear, and started to wonder, am I mad?

First post. I have no idea of what I'm writting about. It's not even good enough for a book. Maybe someone can use it...

Patricia