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¿Que se supone que me pasa?, primero la flauta y ahora esto, no sé qué me está pasando, mucho menos lo que siento por dentro, me estoy consumiendo en una parte de mi órgano más importante, que quedo en el lado de mi cerebro que genera fantasías, (solo sueños) parece que hay es el único lugar en el que todo es perfecto. En la noche casi no duermo, solo unas doce horas diarias, para mi es poco tiempo puesto que prefiero seguir durmiendo porque últimamente me altero bastante. Quien mejor para hablarle a usted de sueños, yo la hábil titiritera, déspota desalmada y cruel sanguinaria de la que todos profesan, yo soy esa noche que te atormenta en el día, buscando un poco de sueño en tu dulce agonía, aquella que en la noche se esfuma ante tus ojos pero que ni aun llegando la tarde dejas de sentir su presencia.

OMG I'm so exited! I just realize that May Death Never Stop You CD is already in Mexico! :) Today I will go and buy it.... I'm so exited wooooooooo :D

a little better. my friend helped me through last night. i literally wanted to... swallow a bottle of pills.... she kept me alive

Somehow March has crept up on me while I was unaware. One minute it was the beginning of 2014 and I was promising myself that I would be okay, then it was February and I got my prelim results back, then it was suddenly March. And not even the beginning of March - somehow it's halfway through. I've wasted a quarter of the year already. Today is my first day of veganism, hence the blog. Apart from that, I've been totally useless these past few months. I met up with a guy from my school that I've been talking to yesterday. It was awkward as hell for the most part but it was alright, I guess. Maybe my constant reading and analysing of everything has made me believe that everything should be like novels. I know I don't like him in "that" way. Um, yeah. We'd been talking for three weeks or so but I felt nothing when we actually had a real-life conversation. I just felt weird and uncomfortable and awkward.

Julia's POV:

I was back in my old bedroom, glaring at the shitty pink walls that stained my room. Locked in again, surprise surprise. When you're "the devils spawn" your family tend to despise you. My life had revolved around the same for walls for some time at that point. I sighed, I wanted to get out. I could leave, burn the house down but I didn't know how. I hadn't full control of my powers. I'd test them secretly; lifting small objects, burning the edges of paper, throwing bolts of energy. As long as my family didn't hear me I was safe. I got 3 square meals a day, dumped outside my room by my ever so loving mother. Except those "meals" were generally scraps from the rest of the families food, the dog probably got fed better than I did. 14, going on 15, and that was my life. It sucked.

I want to listen to karrang out side but it wont work on my radio it 105.2 but its no working help

Hey, so...I'm a girl. Yeah. Just felt I needed to say that, since quite a few of you on here have thought I was a boy, thought I'd clear that up ^^ Hope this helps~