My pink rabbit.
A plushie I got the day I was born, and the one I had till I was 7. I slept with it every night. It was a big rabbit with an over-all and a hat. Made me laugh everytime I saw it, because when me and my brother couldn't sleep, my dad would grab my rabbit and create a whole story, and the rabbit (that was just called Conejo)was the principal character! They were funny stories that made me laugh my heart out, and at the end, my dad would grab my rabbit's little paws and tickle us with them! I had so much fun and after that, I could sleep peacefully =).
What would I do with it? I'd probably sleep with it everynight! (well, along with the other plushies I sleep with =D)
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
A Safe Place
Maybe.
I spent a lot of time, thinking what to write for this task...because it's not as easy as it looks like, it's not easy at all...there are loads and loads of things you keep inside, things noone understands...but because it is a safe place, I'll just let them out, without even thinking on what others might think if they read this.
There are times in which I feel, I don't belong. Mainly because of that feeling of being lost...like you're different from everybody, and that you're walking to the opposite direction everyone's walking...and most of the time, I wish I could just disappear from this world.Why? Because of a secret that many would think is so arrogant: Because I hate human kind, and sometimes, I hate being human...I get to hate everybody. Because I can't believe I'm capable of doing things some people can do...cruel people. Because I have the power to hurt whoever I want, and I chose not to...but others do.Because we live in a world, where everybody's afraid of the unknown, and just because of that they hate it, they criticize it...like they knew every inch of it, as if they were better. Because I(and we) live surrounded by people who say things, and insult people just because who they are, just to rejoice with the fact that the person they're insulting is suffering. Because they think they're superior, and they walk around with their heads high thinking that those who are not like them, are just different, and therefort,horrible. Because I can't stand those people, and makes me cry to think that they are leading this world to it's final. and because I know I can't do anything about it, as hard as I try, because their mind is so closed, they won't take anyone's point of view, because even if I scream to the top of my lungs, with tears in my eyes, they won't listen, they'll just take it as a joke, and at the end you surrender...because they broke you, because they destroyed your faith in yourself, in your strength, and you're reduced to the size of a fly.
unbreakable people, heartless people...and they can't see it, because they're all blinded by their pride.
Maybe it's me, maybe it's them...
Maybe it's just a game of survival; the one that stands till the end, wins.
thing is...they ALWAYS win.
the day they realize, that they're torturing people, and the day they see the tears those people are holding back...i'll stop holding this grudge against them.
Maybe...just maybe.
(it may not make sense to all of you, readers...but it's me who's writing, and I use metaphores...or hidden meanings, because that's the way I like it...if someone needs explanation because they're interested, ask...but I suggest you to give the things I write a deep thought, and maybe you'll find your own meaning to my words)
I spent a lot of time, thinking what to write for this task...because it's not as easy as it looks like, it's not easy at all...there are loads and loads of things you keep inside, things noone understands...but because it is a safe place, I'll just let them out, without even thinking on what others might think if they read this.
There are times in which I feel, I don't belong. Mainly because of that feeling of being lost...like you're different from everybody, and that you're walking to the opposite direction everyone's walking...and most of the time, I wish I could just disappear from this world.Why? Because of a secret that many would think is so arrogant: Because I hate human kind, and sometimes, I hate being human...I get to hate everybody. Because I can't believe I'm capable of doing things some people can do...cruel people. Because I have the power to hurt whoever I want, and I chose not to...but others do.Because we live in a world, where everybody's afraid of the unknown, and just because of that they hate it, they criticize it...like they knew every inch of it, as if they were better. Because I(and we) live surrounded by people who say things, and insult people just because who they are, just to rejoice with the fact that the person they're insulting is suffering. Because they think they're superior, and they walk around with their heads high thinking that those who are not like them, are just different, and therefort,horrible. Because I can't stand those people, and makes me cry to think that they are leading this world to it's final. and because I know I can't do anything about it, as hard as I try, because their mind is so closed, they won't take anyone's point of view, because even if I scream to the top of my lungs, with tears in my eyes, they won't listen, they'll just take it as a joke, and at the end you surrender...because they broke you, because they destroyed your faith in yourself, in your strength, and you're reduced to the size of a fly.
unbreakable people, heartless people...and they can't see it, because they're all blinded by their pride.
Maybe it's me, maybe it's them...
Maybe it's just a game of survival; the one that stands till the end, wins.
thing is...they ALWAYS win.
the day they realize, that they're torturing people, and the day they see the tears those people are holding back...i'll stop holding this grudge against them.
Maybe...just maybe.
(it may not make sense to all of you, readers...but it's me who's writing, and I use metaphores...or hidden meanings, because that's the way I like it...if someone needs explanation because they're interested, ask...but I suggest you to give the things I write a deep thought, and maybe you'll find your own meaning to my words)
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