January 2012
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“Zona de Promesas” by Gustavo Ceratti...
Girl.
Yes, I’m that girl who loves tennis shoes, who avoids make up, who dislikes to brush her hair. The one who likes to speak the thruth, the one who says a lot of “bad words” and doesn’t matter if it is NOT so girly-girl, but still wonders why she hasn’t got a single boy friend yet. The one who is labeled as: “freak”, “nerd”, “total...
You and no one.
When I realize you don’t care about me… It feels as if NO ONE cares.
grow up...
I remember the day my mom told me you were going to change, you were going to grow up. That you weren’t calling me again to go over and play, that may be you wouldn’t even want me around, that your clothes were going to change, that probably you weren’t even going to be willing to get dirty. But that didn’t mean that you would stop loving me. That you’ll always be my...
