The stranger

I just was driving near the mall
just few blocks a way from my house.. and suddenly a guy that was jogging crossed the street, I almost kill him because I didn't saw him, and he jumped on the hood of my car I was in shock but he saw me with those eyes like saying "HOLLY SHIT" and I started laughing I don`t know why but I did and I realized that he was laughing too, he had the most beautiful smile that I ever saw.
And then he approached to my window and ask me for my name and I said "Maria"
he said "Eduardo"
"You almost kill me but If you had kill me I'm sure I had gone to heaven happy just because you kill me"
I just laughed louder.
He turned away and yelld "Bye Maria"
I was in shock
And I don't know if I would see him again and that thought stayed stuck in my head for hours
and now the only thing that I remember it's his smile..
that heaven smile

How a book can affect your dreams

My dreams... they are'nt the same
When I started to read Twilight saga well my dreams started to chance... and my mood
My mood now: sad, depress, confused... and some feelings I can't describe and I hate when that happend.. don't you?

This fucking book is affecting me more that I can't imagine... but the problem is that I can't stop reading is like a drug
"You're like a drug to me. My personal brand of heroine"
How that could happend? anyone have the answer? please?
I feel what she is feeling in that moment... when he leave her... i feel like evryone or my special person is leaving me.. or he's going to leve me soon or later.

I just want to sit and cry... but when I sit the tears don't come out
FUCK!
Damn books...
They take over my life hahaha and my feelings....
and most of all MY DREAMS.
I dream about Edward and wolf mans
Yes Yessssss I'm fucking crazy I know... and crazy it sounds.. I like it.. in a creepy way.

El pasado vuelve a mi futuro

Un dia perfecto, sin una nuebe en el cielo solo un poco de sol que se reflejaba en mi cara como queriendo gritarme algo que sinceramente nadie podia decifrar.
Mi mente no podia pensar en otra cosa si no en como me gustaria ir a la playa y poder meter mis pies en esas aguas limpias y transparentes de la guaira. Cada vez que veo como las olas vienen y van me hace pensar que todo lo que se regresa a nuestras mentes de un momento a otro tiene alguna razon.
Mucho tiempo atras, recuerdo que de verdad no me gusta recordar, sufria de lo que se puede decir extrema depresion es algo de lo que nadie deberia estar orgulloso pero no se ni como logre superarlo pero por alguna extraña razon siento como eso vuelve a mi, se carcome mi alma como millones de pirañas comiendose un pequeño pez, y en todo este tiempo desde la ultima vez nunca supe como evitar que pasara de nuevo y me revuelvo en mi propia sombra de nada mas pensar que.. que puedo pensar en la muerte otra vez.
Asi que de que importa el perfecto dia con un perfecto cielo con un perfecto sol si mi alma quiere ser carcomida por pirañas, gusanos, lobos, vampiros o lo que desgraciadamente pueda comer algo rapidamente.
Palabras de aliento si alguien lo desea...
seran mas que recibidas.

Nenela