drowning moron

This WILL BE a very stupid post. If anyone does ever read this, please read the other ones, so that my reputation doesn't go so many stories down at once.
thank you.

It only takes a second, and a stupid very silly practical decision. And, then it's no use, there I am.it starts: you probably don't care, you won't appear tonight, you'll start to leave, and I'm suddenly very very ugly.
and I'm suddenly very very fourteen, actually. I've even forgoten how I was gonna write this, and it sounded so much better, and it sounded maybe even a little kate nash'y...

o modernismo acertou em cheio na desordem do Sublime. Me sinto me descabelando num capítulo triste de novela. Pior. eu sou uma personagem. Sinto uma raiva incomensurável disso.
Estou percebendo o quanto eu não quero ser "that girl". Do I have a reason not to be "that" girl? Do I have a reason to think it's not legit? Do I have a damn goo reason to continue suppressing my every move and repressing myself for all these spontanuous reflexes (that's probably redundant...) The thing is I hate being the silly girl I've seen fall down the pitt. I've seen her fall and I feel like one of those vilain woman, those bitches that only want the strong ones around. I liked being strong. Where the hell did you come from?! And more importantly, who let you in?!

silverchair:

Contain yourself
I will compress
What I am to
Replace yourself
With what you have
Your substitute
Only wanted a piece of myself
Steam will rise
Esteem will rise
Steam will rise
Esteem will rise

Refrain, confess
Contain, repress
Pretend I'm dead
Abuse myself
Confuse myself
I won't be led

Only wanted a piece of myself
Only wanted a piece of myself
Only wanted a piece of myself
Steam will rise
Esteem will rise
Steam will rise
Esteem will rise


and here's the truth:

A primeira vez que vi Teresa
Achei que ela tinha pernas estúpidas
Achei também que a cara parecia uma perna


Quando vi Teresa de novo
Achei que os olhos eram muito mais velhos que o resto do corpo
(Os olhos nasceram e ficaram dez anos esperando que o resto do corpo nascesse)


Da terceira vez não vi mais nada
Os céus se misturaram com a terra
E o espírito de Deus voltou a se mover sobre a face das águas.