I used to want to fast forward my life up to four years from now.. because I thought at that time in my life I'd be happy. Now I don't want to be here. or there. or anywhere.
I... feel so...
There's no way to describe it. Where is my mama?
I want her. right now.
I want to shave my hair off, my eyebrows, and my face.
I'm so sick of everything.
My face changes in the summer.. it looks even more disgusting.
Along with my body.
I am nothing.
I want a mask.
I want my life to be a movie.
I want to have long hair.
I want to.... not be this any longer.
Sing me Spanish lullaby's...
I don't want to dance now.
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