Mr. Jerkface's high stakes pinata. That would be how I feel right now.
The artwork belongs to him.

Ugh, I got that cold feeling.

The cold feeling that you feel when you get news you could definitely live without? Yeah? The one that you feel when you are left stranded and you don't have a way of getting home, or when "home" is a state of mind that isn't there anymore?
I got it again

Rain.

Long ago, he wore the wrong shoes to make the right impression with the wrong person. The rightly wrong impression. Ah, when will you learn? The perfect impression. Perfection doesn't exist.
But this new beautiful one could see through that perfect mask that you put on. She was able to see right through it, and she liked what she saw. Through the wrong shoes and the collared dark shirt, the useless vest in a cold night.
She wore no mask. And you could see what she was like. And you liked what you saw. And so it began.
Paper stars. Creativity taken at a new level of paper folds. Tiny fine paper ornaments, as fine as her small hands. You loved the time. And she seemed to enjoy it too. Except you lost your chances to do things. Damn engineering. It's taken time. Your precious called you boring.
"Belittle", "diminish", and "patronize" are very difficult words. I can't think of who came up with them. But I learned them. Because I always wanted to know what you wanted to say. My written form is much better than how I speak.
Long ago, I could do nothing but smile and nod. After a while, I could write. Then I could speak. Scary, man. It's been 8 years. And she celebrated those 8 years.
To be continued

Time, time, the old man said.

Insignificantly enough, you are with a maybe significant other.
Liking people is a terrible idea.
I fell too hard for you.

Tomorrow I won't remember typing this

im exhausted. i have slept for about 10 hours in total these past 72 hours and my eyes are burning. i wish i could talk to a certain someone before going to sleep.
things are so not fair. i mean, i stirred shit up so people would be honest, and this is what i get. its not fair. i feel so easily replaceable sometimes. like if i was just like, a bolt at work- one of millions. shit's thread isn't fine? that's okay, GRAB ONE MORE, OUT OF THE MILLIONS THAT WE GOT.
im tired, mau. im tired.

This is what my ears will go deaf with

http://www.thisco.cl/

You can download their first album for free, too.

Invincible, immortal. Powerless.

Mauricio, what the fuck are you doing?

't seems like it was yesterday that I made paper stars for you. It really does.
Every single fold in a thin strip of paper... every star I made thinking of you.

Second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour.
My eyes miss your sight. I miss my strength.
You made me feel stronger.
I could do things- I could put the world on my shoulders and spin for it.
I miss doing these things.
God works in mysterious ways. I gotta regain my strength somehow.

This week was terrible. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, tests. Things were said on Wednesday night. Things that had to be said. Things that... I knew. I had noticed it in her eyes and her body expressions, and then her tired eyes. I just knew, and again, I chose not to listen to the little voice in my head. Then, it just happened. Thoughts started flowing out my eyes, down my cheeks, for about a minute. I stopped myself from it. I can't afford people seeing that. I have an image to keep. Then I walked. I walked until my lips were dry. Then I walked home.

Thursday morning, felt like a street dog. Hungry, sick, tired, lonely. Friday, somewhat the same. I miss when she sent me random pictures. It was fun.
But now, I don't know if I want to avoid her. I really fell for her. I'd give my all to be able to spend an hour with her.
Saturday comes slow. This weekend will be strange. My chest feels empty.

You may ask for poetry and you will receive it.
You may ask for a minute, I'll give you an hour.
Ask me for my heart, I'll give you my everything.
You're worth my everything.

No wonder

Today's been a weird day. Last night, everything that had to be said with my beloved good dear old what's her face, was said. She is beautiful. She really is. But that's as far as it seems like life's gonna take me to her.
That, problems at home, and exams, those seem to be taking the best of me. I did try something different though, and it scares me... because it worked.
Watts helped me out with a little something that really made a difference that I should speak to my doctor about.
I mean, it's a great thing. What kind of person would not like to be able to put their feelings aside and focus on that which really matters? I mean, I love feeling, no matter how much it hurts sometimes, but I need to focus. The effect is wearing off and I'm getting distracted again.
Regardless of the shitty aspects of today, I was happy (if happy is the word, this day's been shit) that I haven't been all over the place like always. I can focus. I can not fall asleep in class. I can actually think things through.
God, I hope I didn't stick my head too far into the rabit hole.
I gotta fight my urges to get distracted.
Mau

Never doing that again.

That was... creepy, awkward, embarrassing, disgusting.

Mau, learn from your past.

This time I believe I was ready to say whatever was that really mattered. Oh well, next time it is.

Ah, shitty news. I hope I'm wrong.