I've started reading a lot recently.Not fiction books or stories but practical books,like body language and social behavior analysis,also a bit of Freud now and then.I must say reading is really worthed and I'm ashamed I realized that this late.Reading changes the way you think,the way you act,and the way you see the world around you...well,at least that's what reading does to me.

Ha..if my "friends" would read this,they'd laugh in my face and torture me with lame 'nerd jokes' forever.That makes me think that maybe I should enlarge my friend circels.The only problem about that...there's either total nerds with no social life or dummies that got a social life,the ones that combine those two are hard to find.

Time for bed,laters =]

A change of look

I totally changed my blog's appearance cause I felt like the old one was too girl-ish.Hope you  like the new look!Take care ^^

Ever since he was little he wished and he waited to grow up,to be on his feet and follow his dreams.There's so many things he would do and such a short time.He would do everything,if only life were long enough.But having so much to accomplish it pulls him down,all those wishes.He doesn't wait for them to be granted but struggles to achieve everything with his own powers.The only problem is that he never goes all the way,never finishes what he started.He hates that but doesn't know how to change it.How could he?.He hates himself for not having a stronger will,for not going all the way.

In the end all he gets is regrets.

It's latte,the entire town is sleeping.They're all tucked underneath their blankets,deep asleep...lost into the land of dreams.Everyone but her...she refuses to leave the reality.It's like she feels she's not allowed to,she feels trapped and afraid,afraid to pass into the unknown...knowing she can't control it.She walks into the dark room,but you can't hear any noise.Like her feet never touch the old wooden floor,the same floor that normally squeaks every time.It feels surreal,and it scares her...she needs the proof that this is real and not a dream.

The window is open,but she can't hear no wind.Not even the owl that's always by the window,howling in the dark.Is it possible?Did she fall asleep without realizing?Maybe it's just her mind playing games.Paranoia and anxiety takes in,making her unable to move,or giving the impression she can't.She's never been so scared before.She manages to get on the bed,laying there on her back,with her hands symmetrically placed."That's it!" she said,and then she closed her eyes.

Strange feelings

  Thirty-two days,nine hours and thirty-six minutes from the moment I begun to write this.That's when my last high school year starts.It's like a deja vu for some reason,and that's weird.I can almost see "my old desk".It's been recently cleaned so when I get close enough,the smell of  cheap industrial cleaning chemicals floods my nose .It's slightly irritating,but somehow it pleases me...maybe that's because I associate that smell with the new beginning,cause after all,"it's the first day,of the rest of my life".

  

I slowly take my place,slowly observing the environment.Being in the first row I turn around for a moment,taking a short look at the big picture,a small glimpse of my classmates's faces and everything that surrounds me.It feels like I've known them forever,It's like I lived my entire life between those four walls.Trapped inside,but knowing it won't last long before I have to leave.I take a close look at the desk itself.You can still see the scratches I made with my pen for the simple reason I was too bored.Those marks,randomly carved into the wooden desk,those are the only proof of my humble existence as a student in that particular high school,on that one floor,in that very one room,the proof that I,and no one else,was there.

But you and me both know know that those won't last forever,either.