Hurt

You see, I couldn't spend even a day without writing. Of course, it doesn't mean that I write good stuff, I am aware of that :P, but it's all about impulses. At least I know for sure the message didn't reach him. I wonder if I'm really so abstract... Maybe... Yes, I think so. Well, perhaps the abstraction is not that bad in this case, I prefer to pretend nothing's going on than losing what I have. Apart form the fact that I'm a coward, it's also because I was going towards a dead end. Besides, I see it clearly: he is not interested in me. Why should I bother? I'm not complaining, it's just that facts are facts. There's no use in saying direct unambiguous statements when it's obvious that in doing so I would only be throwing it all away. I feel much better now.

It's funny, I am part of an urban legend with the bad-old-friend. Now friends, you have a proof of the falseness of that legend. I told you a thousand times there was nothing there and you didn't want to believe me. But you had never seen me go through a crisis like this. This is something that happened out of nothing... I don't know how or why. I don't understand and it's clear that there's no need to understand.

Gosh, men are so excitingly stressful!!! Hahahaha

Yesterday I was thinking about this song; it somehow shows my fears, my mistakes and the way I felt

Johnny Cash, "Hurt"

The chorus of this song was killing me, it's so true.

*I wonder which version of "Hurt" you prefer... The original by Nine Inch Nails leaves me thoughtful; Johnny Cash' version breaks me into little pieces, hahaha.

*Wow, you see, I'm laughing again... I'm an impossible woman!!!

*After all this mess, I guess I will always be his friend. That's good.