i was at a party today. i can't stand a dialogue. i feel the words coming out of a body that is not mine.

what i am about to write is going to make me sound stupid (girls hbo character kind of stupid, sex at the city character kind of stupid) but im pretty sure that all my sorrows would disappear if someone fell in love with me. the word sorrows is prettier in spanish. Penas. 

lately, i ve been struggling (i love this word. struggle. struggle. struggle*) with emptiness more than usual. i feel so blue i think i could die. tenderness may save me. i need a kiss on the forehead from an object of desire. 

* yelling it. STRUGGLE 

          

          I drown in loneliness.

this is a picture of a wine that was spilled. a girl fell off her chair and spilled everything that was in the bottle. i'm pretty sure she's stupid. although the chairs were very fragile, i could have fallen off too. i wouldn't mind being called stupid in that case. I don't know why I justify myself for calling that girl stupid.  She's never going to read this. And she's probably stupid

AAAAAAA. AaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA