martes, 27 de mayo de 2008

I'm the kind of kid that can't let anything go.

No man is an island.

then why am i feeling like this?

And when it rains, will you always find an escape?
Just running away from all of the ones who love you; from everything.

tengo ganas de no estar.
y no tengo ganas de nada.

When winning looks like losing and I'm winning every time.

(i can feel it coming. failure is closer than i expected).



Mi foto
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Figured on, not figuring myself out.