lunedì 7 febbraio 2011

Dear you.

Hey,you. Yes you. You little fucking hot man. You turn me on,seriously,but this is pointless.
Let's start from the beginning. I'm not a fan-girl. I'm not 15 anymore,I think I've never been 15. My life just sucked already when I was 14.So yeah I made a big step from 14 to 18 and I dont remember a fucking nothing. Just people insulting me over and over again. They told me I wasnt right. Music taught me to never give a fuck about those people.It was hard,but I won. Now I'm 23 and I'm a new person,this is why I'm writing down this letter that probably you will never read.You know when I see you I suddenly think about how stupid I am. Do I really think you would care about a person you don't even know?Yes I do. Cause in my heart I've got this hope; one day I will have the chance to meet you and we'll get knowing each other better.I'll show you how many good qualities a person can have. I will be fearless to show up my flaws to you. If just I had this chance. I've sacrificed everything I had.Money,friendships,family,just to build me a chance. I dont want your autograph or a photo,I just wanna talk to you.I will never be able to tell you all those words I just wrote personally,but maybe,if God wants, I will be stood next you in a fucking cold night sharing feelings and opinions,and I'll be glad and in peace only if this will happen. This is what happens to me when I focus my mind on you. I become extremely lovely and kind and pleasured just at your thought. Other days I just can't control myself.The only thing I want is barely real,I mean,in my life. I just want you to fuck me. So bad,I couldn't keep controlling my body by having you near me. It's like being so passionate and frustrated at the same time. I would fill out my heart by feeling you inside me. You make me shiver. Sometimes I purposely think of you doing bad things to me and I freak out.Totally. I imagine your breath on my neck; your mouth kissing softly my body; you hands touching everything they can; our sweat sticks our skin. My hand through your soft hair.My tongue licking on the ink of your tattoos. Our heat that makes us burning and losing control. Our panting while we kiss each other violently; you screaming loud my name,me doing the same back.Our exhausted bodies lying down the bed. Creased sheets and the light magically turns on. And I can see you. You're gorgeous,beautiful,breathless. I don't have any words left to describe how I feel looking at you. Even after sex when everyone is supposed to be a mess,you're still a pure beauty and I can't help myself. We look each other,still panting a bit. We kiss and your smile is the sweetest thing I've ever seen in a while.
How could I just imagine all this?How? What's wrong with me.

domenica 19 dicembre 2010

LOVE IS NOTHING

I want to be honest with myself. I'm still waiting for true love.
And it's not just about love,it's about everything.
I don't fall in love with people that have nothing in common with me. So speaking of love I could actually fall in love with a girl.MAYBE?
It might be an excuse for my infinite sadness that kills me deeply and hardly,inside. I clearly know I'm not alone,cause I have friends, few who really care about me. They don't show me their love most of the time cause we dont need to say I LOVE YOU or I MISS YOU every single day. I mean,I think it's obvious we miss each other and we love each other. But lifes gave us a far birth place so we manage that with patience.
Now I want to be honest about something else. It can't be possible,and I know it, that I only fall in love with people who really don't know who I am. It's not about sex,or passion,it's about something that goes like this: "Hey I know how you felt,and feel right now. I get you. I get everything you do or say cause I like you without any specific reason except you make me feel part of yourself. No matter what it's going to happen in reality,I will love you forever,I will sacrifice my life cause I know there's none out there who makes me feel better than you do."
These words come just from the deep of my heart and every single minute of my life I have open eyes dream in which I'm talking to this person saying this fucking shit.
Sounds stupid, ridiculous but I've read something this morning which is about a girl and a boy. They loved each other so bad but they couldn't manage their love because there were so many things going on there and also their love was too intense to be managed. So they got lost,I mean phisically and they've never been truly happy.
This is what is love about? I mean,pain?
Yeah,maybe for girls like me love is just an infinite and intense pain that after a while of happiness will end up in tragedy.
Love doesn't exist right now, for me love is just something I can't have.

mercoledì 15 dicembre 2010


There's someone right now whos just not helping me getting a life.
His name is Frank Iero.

giovedì 4 novembre 2010

lunedì 18 ottobre 2010


Love you
better

domenica 10 ottobre 2010

The World is a fake.
Yesterday was the proof.

God save the dreams and the hopes. They're always genuine. They don't lie, they don't cheat.
They show you the truth,even if it hurts.
I am bored of fake people.

giovedì 7 ottobre 2010



Sometimes,
You need to Take care of yourself.

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