SunDay FunDay

Well, how interesting is life huh? You are there, looking through the window people that come and go and you start to think about it, think about you, think about what you are doing with your life. Am I just living the life of others? No? So I should get out of my window of dreams, get out of the house, get out of you!
And that's what I've done. I've left the ghost of you and your stupid games alone in my old mind about 5 seconds ago...and it feels good...sometimes bad...but it feels more good than bad, and it's worthed. It was the first and last Sunday afternoon that I spent on you. I mean, you weren't here, as usual, but I've kept a piece of your mouth taste in my heart, and it was about to start hurting. No, no, no! I'm not a 15-year-old anymore (my facebook quiz said that my true age was 16, haha!) and I cannot allow myself to have a broken heart again. No, not me! happy me! alone me! busy me! requested me! smiling me! me, me, me, me, me, me...Selfish? Nope! I've learned to live in my little bubble to protect myself against pain. Maybe I've gone too far and it's time to start over. Again? Yes, again. Hahaha. Funny me!
I get tired of starting over sometimes because I'm always changing, recycling myself to start fresh, but this freshness makes me anxious sometimes. Sorry, a lot of times. Do you think somebody has noticed that? Oh, hell no! Apparently I'm one of the happiest that always has a word of wisdow to convince my friends that everything is gonna be alright. hahaha. So stupid! The truth is that I'm happy and once and a while I pretend to be bored or sad just to see how it feels. And I really don't like the way I feel. Let's stop this fool game! Let me take my shower and go to bed. Tomorrow is Monday and I don't want to play the poor thing anymore. Let's go back to the reality of the insanes. Nuts!