i can´t believe how short is happiness for me
and how moody am i
and why all i´ve ever wanted is going away from me...
it felt so good
why do i have to lose it?
(sorry, i´m sad...)(or angry???)
the things that make me happy seem to be the only things you hate.
but now i know i shouldn´t trust anybody else but me...by now.
--ahora se que no deberia confiar en nadie mas que en mi misma...por ahora.--
(perdon, es que estoy triste...)(o enojada???)