tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61497377850300733262012-02-16T04:09:40.937-03:00Interpolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01719953746600278154noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149737785030073326.post-24601942133552937412009-05-04T14:37:00.002-03:002009-05-04T14:40:08.905-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKtqklVqV0/Sf8oSrVLDiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yLZCOzWrJrk/s1600-h/%3D%29+%21%21%21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKtqklVqV0/Sf8oSrVLDiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yLZCOzWrJrk/s400/%3D%29+%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332024785164242466" border="0" /></a><br />La muerte esta en cada esquina, la esperanza siempre atajandola del otro lado, y se pelean continuamente, escucho sus gritos, pero todo lo que quiero es escapar de mi tediosa mente, tener un momento de paz , y decidir como debo seguir .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149737785030073326-2460194213355293741?l=stillfeelingsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Interpolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01719953746600278154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149737785030073326.post-89071545533515013822009-04-30T23:40:00.003-03:002009-04-30T23:57:31.787-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKtqklVqV0/SfpkfQN9eEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6IEWF4SlbL4/s1600-h/SDC11725.JPG">hoy quiero morir, mañana ?<br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149737785030073326-8907154553351501382?l=stillfeelingsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Interpolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01719953746600278154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149737785030073326.post-825570359918406802009-04-26T01:35:00.002-03:002009-04-26T01:39:37.795-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKtqklVqV0/SfPlgwW3QmI/AAAAAAAAATg/ERAuCtV_swo/s1600-h/2100710180_f76e5a0444.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKtqklVqV0/SfPlgwW3QmI/AAAAAAAAATg/ERAuCtV_swo/s400/2100710180_f76e5a0444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328855135008801378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />busco la muerte en cada esquina, busco las posibilidades de desaparecer cada momento, pero que es lo que me detiene ?<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">sera el miedo ?<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">o la absurda esperanza ?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149737785030073326-82557035991840680?l=stillfeelingsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Interpolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01719953746600278154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149737785030073326.post-33097639016903442882009-04-09T18:10:00.003-03:002009-04-09T18:18:25.252-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKtqklVqV0/Sd5lP2sckXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/s94N_hsVbis/s1600-h/%C2%AC%C2%AC.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKtqklVqV0/Sd5lP2sckXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/s94N_hsVbis/s400/%C2%AC%C2%AC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322803132652884338" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">No quiero sentir mas mi corazón, siempre estuvo dependiendo de <span style="font-weight: bold;">amar &amp; ser amada</span>, hoy no quiero mas nada, quiero dejar de sufrir, dejar de sufrir, <span style="font-size:180%;">s u f r i r .</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149737785030073326-3309763901690344288?l=stillfeelingsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Interpolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01719953746600278154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149737785030073326.post-41241354175850896962009-03-04T17:38:00.002-02:002009-03-04T17:43:07.806-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKtqklVqV0/Sa7Zt2-0dAI/AAAAAAAAALo/PAptkXkVsBM/s1600-h/feelslikesuicide+%281%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKtqklVqV0/Sa7Zt2-0dAI/AAAAAAAAALo/PAptkXkVsBM/s400/feelslikesuicide+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309420392592733186" border="0" /></a><br />Siempre pense que al morir podria escapar de todas mis pesadillas.<br /><br /><br />Ahora que estoy muerta, solo busco soñar para recordar todo aquello que alguna vez fue sinonimo de felicidad,<span style="font-size:78%;"> siempre sueños, nunca realidad</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">odio <span style="font-size:130%;">vivir</span> para <span style="font-size:180%;">sufrir .</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149737785030073326-4124135417585089696?l=stillfeelingsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Interpolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01719953746600278154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149737785030073326.post-67057030851310329002009-02-18T14:45:00.000-02:002009-02-18T14:51:07.448-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKtqklVqV0/SZw8OBOtGNI/AAAAAAAAALI/O0rGg2c394Q/s1600-h/feelslikesuicide+%285%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKtqklVqV0/SZw8OBOtGNI/AAAAAAAAALI/O0rGg2c394Q/s400/feelslikesuicide+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304180672681547986" border="0" /></a><br />Hoy desperté , luego de pesadillas, luego de llantos y ahogos, me di cuenta, que nunca voy a dejar de sentir el suicidio emocional tan cerca mio, es inevitable, todas sus ideas son fabulosos cuentos de magia y perfección que algun dia seran eternamente mios.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ideas insanas, <span style="font-weight: bold;">te extrañe</span>.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149737785030073326-6705703085131032900?l=stillfeelingsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Interpolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01719953746600278154noreply@blogger.com0