I'm such a liar; such a big one that I hide behind words, letters, phrases, notes, details, and a way of life, and of course, my laguage. I'm also a girl, a simple, foolish, stupid, immature, more than it shows. I can only remember two times in my life feeling this way, about trying to get away from my mistakes playing innocent but having them right in front of me makes me want to confess myself, as if that would make up things. Well, perhaps I'll just let it out to myself 'cause I do realy need to get it out.
Anyway, I believe its a huge sign for me to stop doing this.
Overtalk, even the things I don't believe.
Untrust.
Again, like in the old days.
Sueña, grita, muere, vive, ríe.
