Well this is me, lonely me, waking through the snow one more time, one more year, listening to my mp3 playing some hip-hop shit I can't stop listening.
Life is good, I've been very busy though in the resort the flow of guests is pretty slow. I don't go out that much anymore, I shut off my phone so I kind of lost my social life, but I'm getting used to be my myself, no more parties in my house, I had my crazy days I had my fun now is time to catch up with my reading and my writting.
My schedule is fine, I get to walk at night a couple of miles until the transportation center, once there I sit and wait for my bus everynight at around 11:30 p.m. I look at the people, I imagine their lives, I smell the mexican construction workers, I smile at young american guys wearing their hoodies and their pants around their butts.
My "therapist" is helping me, I make my "homeworks", I read what he tells me to read, I try to understand I need a change. Music helps me, I've always loved music, I'm very eclectic when it comes to it. Like right now I'm having a mix of PORTISHEAD and ATMOSPHERE, or was so into ELTON JOHN and then I suddenly felt like SLIPKNOT.
I write home more often, I call mum whenever I have the chance, I try to make it at least once a week but sometimes I get too homesick, it's been almost a year since the last time I hug my mother, almost a year since I got to lay on her bed and feel so safe! Strange feeling I always miss those things, from mi ex, from my sisters, is weird to feel helpless.
It'll be THANKSGIVING DAY really soon, I've never celebrated that holyday before so it will be fun, is a time to be greatful they say, I'm gonna have to say what I am greatful for, that will be a lot of thinking, I guess the most important thing to say thank you for will be my friends. I'm far from home which I hate when holydays come and my ex boyfriend thinks I'm some kind of pervert psycopath who had planned to ruin his life somehow.
When you try to realize what is wrong about you is not necessary to see yourself in the mirror, all you need is to notice that when you hurt somebody is time to say "stop and start over". Karma freaks me out due to this kind of things, but he'll get over it, right? In the meantime rage has replace love, which seems a good title for a hip-hop song.
... and everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Life is good, I've been very busy though in the resort the flow of guests is pretty slow. I don't go out that much anymore, I shut off my phone so I kind of lost my social life, but I'm getting used to be my myself, no more parties in my house, I had my crazy days I had my fun now is time to catch up with my reading and my writting.
My schedule is fine, I get to walk at night a couple of miles until the transportation center, once there I sit and wait for my bus everynight at around 11:30 p.m. I look at the people, I imagine their lives, I smell the mexican construction workers, I smile at young american guys wearing their hoodies and their pants around their butts.
My "therapist" is helping me, I make my "homeworks", I read what he tells me to read, I try to understand I need a change. Music helps me, I've always loved music, I'm very eclectic when it comes to it. Like right now I'm having a mix of PORTISHEAD and ATMOSPHERE, or was so into ELTON JOHN and then I suddenly felt like SLIPKNOT.
I write home more often, I call mum whenever I have the chance, I try to make it at least once a week but sometimes I get too homesick, it's been almost a year since the last time I hug my mother, almost a year since I got to lay on her bed and feel so safe! Strange feeling I always miss those things, from mi ex, from my sisters, is weird to feel helpless.
It'll be THANKSGIVING DAY really soon, I've never celebrated that holyday before so it will be fun, is a time to be greatful they say, I'm gonna have to say what I am greatful for, that will be a lot of thinking, I guess the most important thing to say thank you for will be my friends. I'm far from home which I hate when holydays come and my ex boyfriend thinks I'm some kind of pervert psycopath who had planned to ruin his life somehow.
When you try to realize what is wrong about you is not necessary to see yourself in the mirror, all you need is to notice that when you hurt somebody is time to say "stop and start over". Karma freaks me out due to this kind of things, but he'll get over it, right? In the meantime rage has replace love, which seems a good title for a hip-hop song.
... and everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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