I still think you used to be much sweeter

Suffering always comes alone

Oh, and just in case you didnt notice I feel like hell. Can we unmake this scene, in which you see my messages but you dont even answer, and, instead, make you care a bit maybe?

I hate so much this. When people make me feel like shit and even if I try to talk about it they just dont give a fuck. Im the one messed up crying while the other person is full of happiness, no worrys or guilt. Why do I have to feel like this because of somebody else who doesnt even care how Im feeling for them?

When will people (you) know how to not be little twats? I mean is it so hard to understand that certain things hurt others? And I just cant believe that right now you dont suspect Im filling like shit, I just guess you dont care.

Why do I have to be the one that cares?

Why am I the one skipping dinner and crying so hard while typing on her phone? Knowing that the only thing that I truly wanted was just seeing you today.

Lost

I just got lost 

Every river that I tried to cross

Every door I ever tried was locked

Ooh and Im...

Just waiting till the shine wears off 

Happiness is a warm gun

Si la vida es obligarme a estudiar mínimo seis años MÁS de cosas que aborrezco y/o me chupan un ovario para luego trabajar el resto de mi vida de algo que aborrezco entonces no la quiero.

Es difícil de entender? A mi me parece bastante lógico.

No me interesa, no vale la pena. Te odio por ser la controladora de mierda que sos, nunca te importa lo que quiere nadie excepto  vos.

Te odio por obligarme a odiarte y no puedo esperar el día de irme a vivir lejos de vos y toda la mierda que siempre me metés en la cabeza.

♡ Fuck everything ♡

Bang bang shoot shoot

Every night I cry myself to sleep

Why does every moment have to be so hard?

Mixed

I don't know how to describe it. I feel so weird.. My dreams might tell the truth though. The thing is I just can't do anything about it, and I hate that. I'm powerless, helpless. And I'm the kind of person who doesn't acept not getting what she wants, Forgetting is my only option, but I'm so bad at it.

You whom I could never get over

And if my worlds could reach you

I'm dead in the water, still looking for you..

Oh still looking for you, for you, for you..
Can't you see?
I'm dead in the water, still looking for you

19

Acabo de tener un flash extraño, me dije "Eh? Tengo 19?". Ya es exagerado lo poco que me conozco. No es algo nuevo, es algo que venía tratando de descifrar desde hace días pero el hecho de no saber ni mi edad lo puso en peso. No es que no sepa mi edad, es que se mi edad como se que Argentina como país tiene más de 200 años.. Lo se como algo que aprendí pero es aún ajeno. "Yo", Miley, soy un personaje inventado cuya edad puede ser olvidada por unos momentos al igual que alguien se olvida en qué año murió San Martín. Mi personalidad es lo que quise inventar que fuera. Hay algo que yo demuestre que sea real? Ya no recuerdo quién era antes de decidir inventarme. Ahora soy lo que quise pero no se quién soy.

But maybe he is just that type of person... Though I never pictured him like this, never saw him like this before me.

What if it's real? What if he doesn't like me that much? Does he want me? Does he love me? Is he bored?

If I let go.. Will he try to get closer? Or will he let go too? Should I find out...?

Let it go

I can`t let go. It's so frustating.
Guilt, sad, stupid.
Can't talk about it.
Time is not making it better.

Just don't think about it.

Up on Melancholy Hill

There's a plastic tree
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day of another dream

'Where you can't get what you want, but you can get me'
So let's set up and see, love..
'Cause you are my medicine
When you're close to me
When you're close to me

So call in the submarines
'round the world we'll go
Does anybody know, love?
If we're looking out on the day of another dream

If you can't get what you want
Then you come with me

Up on melancholy hill
Sits a manatee

Just looking out for the day
When you're close to me
When you're close to me

When you're close to me

It's so hard to find you,

I'm standing right behind you.

The streets are much colder,

This means I'm getting older.

Why would you? How could I?

This questions lead to goodbye

But now I got my freedom,

Don't I?

I parked my car outside your house,

Hope that someday you'll come home.

Seems the man that I loved,

Is someone that I hardly know.

And after all this time,

I finally found a way to be alone.

I'm terrified, I think that I may be losing my mind.