I just hang on
Suffer well
Sometimes it’s hard
It’s hard to tell

An angel led me when I was blind
I said take me back, I’ve changed my mind
Now I believe
From the blackest room, I was torn
You called my name, our love was born
So I believe

I just hang on
Suffer well
Sometimes it’s hard
It’s hard to tell

I just hang on
Suffer well
Sometimes it’s hard
So hard to tell

(A Rainha dos Condenados)

Walking
Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping, hating
Things I can’t bare
Did you think it’s cool to walk right up
To take my life
And fuck it up
Well, did you?

I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside

Walking
Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping, hating
Things I can’t bare
Did you think it’s cool to walk right up
To take my life
And fuck it up
Well, did you?
I hate you

I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside

I’ve slept so long without you
It’s tearing me apart till
How to get this far playing games
With fist held cards
I’ve killed a million pity souls
But I couldn’t kill you
I’ve slept so long without you

I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside

I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside

I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside

Outside it was written on CAPITAL letters: “HANDLE WITH CARE”.

So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold over me

He said you’re really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that
Sick holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys
So you can made me cum
That doesn’t make you Jesus

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold over me

I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods

With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of ever nice girl

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold over me

Agora estou pensando em escrever histórias. Mas ainda não sei o tema que eu pretendo desenvolver. E também gostaria de voltar a jogar MMOs. E outros jogos no computador. E também gostaria de começar a fazer CGs. E jogar no Facebook. E jogar RPG. E sair de vez em quando. E arrumar minhas coisas de desenho e meus papéis antigos.

Mas no final das contas, eu acabo ficando sentada aqui o dia todo e não faço nada. E isso porque eu estou sem tv a cabo aqui, porque eu provavelmente me deitaria na frente da tv e também perderia algumas horas vendo seriados e documentários que eu gosto.

Em resumo, a conclusão que eu chego é que meus dias estão ficando curtos. Isso porque eu estou de férias e tenho o dia todo pra fazer o que eu quiser. Quando eu voltar das férias ao trabalho, aí acho que não faço nada mesmo. Mas nem vou pensar nisso ainda já que hoje é o primeiro de 20 dias que eu tirei…