..that pass by my brain more often than wanted. That I love 90's and 80's music. That I do actually enjoy watching movies. That Seinfeld is still the most enterteining to watch. That I hate men of the 21st century. That I love to write but hate to write about love. That I miss being alone, and now that I am I feel lost. That I love my job, even though sometimes I critize it. That I enjoy driving, specially highways with no traffic. That my mom thinks I see here like a monster, and I don't. I really don't. I actually love her, a lot. That I want to read, read, read. That I want to become a famous writer. That I fear starving to death. That I want to have a makeover, body and soul. That I want you to want me. That I hate writing this. That I feel stupid. That I know in the bottom I dont really give a shit. That im not even sure I like journalism. I just want a write a stupid book. Not so stupid though. An amazing book:). Many amazing books. That now I feel corny. And happy, and sad, at the same time. That I don't really feel like going out. That im listening to sad songs, who the hell knows why. Or why im writing in english for that matter. That I want to drink away. So many thoughts, so many things to say. Im getting that drink.
*Sueño tu boca* *en la noche mágica* *de los mil besos.*
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