esperando para que mi cuerpo respire tranquilo de nuevo

de lunes a viernes escuela,sabado a la U y a ingles, y el domingo a entrenar mas encima prueba todos los dias menos el viernes, asi nadie puede.

toy tan cansado que nada podria hacerme sentir mejor, bueno una sola cosa pero filo, asi que a seguir sufriedo no mas, solo falta un mes y termina todo.

dejo un cuento en ingles el que lo quiera traducido que me avise por msn :)

She is crying

In the bottom of the Heart, where the suns light don’t bright, she is crying. When you are near of her home, you being feel sad, sometimes you cry, sometimes you laugh.

She has black long hair; her eyes are white and her face too. She doesn’t have lips or mouth, she doesn’t have ears or nose, and she only has eyes to cry for him.

She remembers his face and she cry, he left her in the train station five years ago. “I promise I am going to back” but he never come back, and she is crying since then. She died four years later than that happened.
Nobody knows how to help her, so they don’t help her. In the bottom of the earth she is screaming because she wants to stay with him again, but he is alive and the only form to stay with him again is killing him.