I do hate it.

Sometimes I just run down the strees with me eyes closed and my heart open. Well, I used to.
I used to run down the unkown strees at night, without any fears, but now the fear dominates me. I don't run anywhere but home, fearing a pressence that follows me, but every time I turn around, there's nothing over there. Where are the times when I just closed my eyes and keep walking nowhere? Instead, now I cannot keep my eyes closed for more than three seconds, because that the fear forces me to open them so my heart closes. And I hate it.

xxx

It's been a while since I came over here, but I guess I was too busy to notice how stupid the world was. Tons of things have been happening lately, but now that we are on a break, I finally got the time to come back.
How is everything going? Is that mess still on your head? Come on, don't be shy, just let me know.
I hope you keep doing like that my darling. Best of luck.

What's the point...?

Sometimes I feel sad and I'm actually upset. Sometimes I feel upset and I'm actually disappointed. But there are other times when I can't feel nothing; I feel empty, alone, those times are actually when I feel sad.

The purpose fo education

 We live in a world we are told what or not to do and how to do it, but we are never told why. This education system is creating more and more human computers that are magnificent at doing the thing they have been tought, but, if you try to make them go out of their comfort place, they are lost. People don't know the feeling of discovering new things by failing, because they can't fail at the thing they have been preparing to do for the rest of their lifes.

 Instead of that, we should be focusing on the talent of people, what some people are good at and what other people are good at, and try to let them investigate by themselves, not because they have to do it because they have been told so. This way, people would be way more independent, and will be more benefitial to the society itself, since they would actually improve and discover new things, contrary to what the current education system does.

 Once they have been told how to investigate by themselves, the advances that have been made during the past century will actually be worth it. Nowadays, we are using technology just to make things happen faster, instead of using it as the tool it is. We could also, by failing and discovering new things, learn new ways to use this technology, but, since it is impossible for us to fail, we might never know how powerful and useful these things could be.

 These new discoverings would be the ones that could make the difference within the economical world. Nowadays, a few little amount of people are actually discovering new things but, if everyone was tought how to do it, every single person in the world would be contributing to discover new things, what would make the money that was inverted on them in the past worth it, which would mean a huge increase in terms of economy.

 To sum up, we live in an education system that, compared to other systems, is not creating as good individuals as they are and it's not being as worth as, in a financial way, it could be. As the society we are, we should try to change it, because in the end, education is the foundation of the human being, and, if we are able to have better humans in the world we live, why would we accept mediocre beings?

Spacesh*t is meant to fly (compulsory)

The outerspace is full of sh*t, and it is getting more and more dirty each day.

The amount of things that we are sending to the space is increasing everyday. We are making it full of unnatural things that pollute the galaxy just so we can get a benefit of it.
For example, there are like 26.000 objects orbiting around the Earth, and only a 7% of them (around 560) are actually working, while the rest is just space debris.
And we still haven't said anything about spaceships and the amount of pollution they produce. Around 70 ships take off from the surface of our planet every year, which also involves a lot of messing up.

In conclusion, we, as human beings, the only thing we do is take advantage of the nature and the enviroment, exploding it and destroying it so we can get as many things as we can.

Outlining (compulsory)

The things I like about him are:


1. Physical features:

     I. Tall
    II. Handsome
   III. Thin
   IV. Hot

 2. Personality:

    I. Cheerful
   II. Romantic
  III. Ambicious
       - Wants to have a job
       - Works hard

 3. Same hobbies:
    I. Watch series
   II. Eating
  III. Sleeping

And from the rain comes a river running wild that will create an empire for you, an empire for two.

Tonight is one of those nights where knights fight with their knives for their lives. Where the mask of the past comes as fast as a blast, leaves you speechless, restless, dead for a moment, a moment that lasts forever. It absorbs you and throws you into an spiral of madness that will make you completely gone, regardless of the consequences that craziness brings to your live.
Tonight is one of those nights where everything that matters has name and a heart.

Quit thinking man.

She is a Goddess and a Demon at the same time. She is going to kill you in the most painful way you could ever imagine and you will still enjoy it. She will make face the world when you don't even want to keep breathing. But is it she or is it me? I she making me crazy or is she just pulling out the madness inside me? We might finally find an answer but, until that day, I'll keep acting without having a clue. All in all, it's what we are supposed to do in life, right? Just act the way we are told to and keep facing the rules that are natural and obvious.

That's what people say.

I find funny that, when I feel better and happier, it is when I feel like I wanna rage at everything that's around me. Actually, it makes sense. I mean, if you don't feel comfortable with the way you are feeling at that moment, why the hell are you going to start complaining about everything? It isn't good for you at all, and won't help you feel better at all, so just work on your own sh*t and then you'll be able to complain about the rest. It is kinda unworthy because, that way, you will pollute your "happy ever after" moments with the essence of the feared darkness of the night.

...nothing.

I've been really busy these days. Like REALLY busy. I've been meeting new people, meeting with people that I haven't seen for months, going to parties, having fun, or just spending the time doing nothing. I've been busy doing nothing. I feel that is the best statement I've ever heared. A feeling that fills you up with freedom and joy. The feeling of lying on the carpet for hours, looking at nowhere and just spending the entire evening counting the things you'd like to do once you reach highschool. Oh God, how I miss those evenings. How I miss when i didn't think at all about the world itself, about how it works, about the society, about cultural reasons, about how to act to be part of this shit we call humanity. Damn, how much can I miss being young and full of nonexistent ideas. I miss being free. But I guess that being attached to a society has its benefits, such as...

Horror

Sometimes you have that feeling that everything is going to be alright, sometimes you don't. Well, this was one of those times you feel that luck is deffinetly not by your side. 

I was running fast through the road with a couple of zombies following me. I was exhausted after 2 hours running everywhere I could just so i could escape from those creatures, but there was deffinetly no way they would get tired or lost. So, when I was about to give up, I did. No cars where on the road to rescue me. No one appeared from nowhere and helped me. Sometimes, these situations don't have happy endins. Sometimes, the bomb explodes before the couple gets out of the building in time. Sometimes, magic just doesn't happen. So, there I am, lying on the road, yelling at the sky, sh*tting on everyone I could and swearing as much as I could. Those creatures had finally gotten me, and my body, and there was nothing I could do. But I was still ok. Everything was about to end, and the pain I felt was nothing compared to the 2 hours that I had been running around the entire dessert area trying to reach a place where I could get any type of help to defend myself from those demons.

I wish I was an Umbra Witch.

It was giant. Blue and high as a skyscraper. It was comming for me (of course it was, I was the one it was looking for). That damn piece of marble and crystal was about to smash my entire body with what was supposed to be its arm. I truly had like 2 seconds to react, and luckily could activate witch time right before it hit me. When you activate witch time, everything works differently. It's not just that time doesn't pass, but you can see what is actually going on around you. You see people's faces, stuck on the space forever, expressing perfectly what their emotions are. You can taste the panic that's in their eyes, but you can also realise how empty some other people are. Anyways, I couldn't keep stopping time much more, so I run as fast as I could behind that golem. Once it had hit the floor, the only thing I had to do was to perform the climax spell and a creature from hell would end the job. I took a deep breath, did a couple of moves and shouted: "AH-BA-BAAH". It was then when Madamme Butterfly was free to put her hands around the golems neck and split his body into 2 different parts. Then, the stately diva grabbed one of his legs and started going back to hell, where she would take the dead body of the creature and feed him to the little creatures from under. Then, I just cleaned my hands, collected all my belongins and opened the portal back to the bar where Robin would be waiting for me.

Love you

Sometimes I wish i could fly away from this planet. Fly away from the people that live here. I dream about that, sometimes. Those times when you see couples in the streets, those times when you just want to spend the whole night on the sofa with your partner watching films. I'd love to leave this planet just so I could forget about people and finally see what's important. They betray you, they make you feel bad, sometimes. They are also responsible of all your emotions but, let's be honest, you don't get mad at anything if there's not something to get mad at. You know, sometimes I kinda feel that I need cuddles and all that shit but, would I need it if I had never had one? Don't think so. The feeling of happiness wouldn't be associated to people anymore. What would make you feel ecstatic? Well, there's something that will always be there and will fill you up anyways. Food. Love you, my darling food.

Night of hate number 6 (this one is for you)

I felt so betrayed. How the hell could you fucking do that? Nobody is perfect, everyone can make mistakes, but come on, that was on purpose. You fucking knew what you were doing and kept doing it. We had been friends for a long time. We have had our differences, we had those times when we needed space, when we didn't want to know from the other too much, when we needed us, and still, after all that, after all that time, you fucked up. And instead of saying "sorry" and inventing some sort of excuse, you just gave 0 freaking shits. You fucking shitted on my trust, kicked it and run away. And still, you were calling me "drama queen" and shit. I'm done with you, with your life. You are a shitty person, and go ahead, keep talking shit about me, I don't fucking care. Afterall, I'm kinda used to it.

We got nothing to lose, nothing to win, nothing. Live fast, die young, be wild, have fun.

I miss the Sun. I miss long walks by the beach, feeling the breeze in the face and the sand. I miss taking off my shoes and getting into the shore. I miss going near the water, just where the water can hit my feet, but nothing else. I miss leaving home at 4.00 am and going to the bridge. I miss walking at night. I miss when you are lying on the sand and you can feel the sunlight penetrating your skin. I miss spending the nights watching series, or films, or just going to the roof of your house and spending the night there just with a blanket. And you. I miss your hugs, I miss the laughs, I miss playing games, I miss being awake till 8.00, just laying there, on your bed, playing pokemon, while you were on the computer or just telling me what to do on the game. I miss sharing stories with you, I miss our confessions nights. But, at the same time, I don't miss you at all. I finally knew you and I can say i don't like you anymore. But, to be honest, I miss being loved, and feeling it. I miss the person you used to make me be.

Night of hate number 5

If there is a thing I really hate is compulsory reading books. COME ON! Why do you have to force me to read books I actually don't want to? Why do I have to read books that I don't like? I love when teachers encourage teenagers to read books, saying that they are an amazing source of knowledge and entertainment. But what's the point on making people do things that they don't like? Do I make you dress in a way you don't like? Do I make you watch series or films you don't like? No, because you just don't enjoy them, and you will end up being upset, as I am now. Upset and tired. Thanks God I know this would happen and I did the rest of the work that had to be done before, because, seriously, there's nothing I could hate more that being forced to do things I don't like,

I should wait until tonight to post this "night of hate", but I just can't deal this is without raging a bit.

Oh my God. A new challenge has been born. The #GloUpChallenge. Which consists of comparing your nowadays "you" with your past "you", so everyone can appreciate how much you have blossomed. I know that this can help people that had a certain complex, but I'have literally seen a 14 years old girl posting a photo of herself 1 YEAR BEFORE. REALLY? The only difference was the amount of make-up that she was wearing and the pose (of course, she is one of these people who still think that the duck face is cute as fuck or something). What's the point of showing everyone how much make-up you are able to spread all over your face? These "challenges" that are about how ugly and how hot you are or you have been or whatever freak the shit out of me. World, please, make it stop!!!!!!!!!!

Night of hate number 4

I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky. I am high as fuck. I wish I was. I'm actually taking a look to people's social networks and I can say that I just got AIDS. People's opinions these days suck more than the ladies who spend their nights on the corner of the street.

Extintion (problem/solution practice)

My problem: Each day, tons and tons of animals are dying because of hunting and other human activities. After several years and due to these facts and natural influence, more and more spieces are becoming extinct. And, because of the extermination of these animals, the enviroment itself is being afected, which eventually might end up destroying our planet.
My partners solution: The first thing that we should know is that we are living thanks to our partners the animals. We should protect them more than everything and also their enviroment. We should protect and restore their habitats and stop hunting them. They have made our life easier from the very begining and it's the right thing even just to do the same. Stop illegal hunting.

The point of view is the most efficient killer (man on the edge)

[...] "There is nothing left. I don't have a job anymore. My wife hates me and she's cheating on me. What can I do now? I can't go anywhere but home, and I am deffinetly not coming back. This is the best solution. No more pain, no more struggling, no more cheating... I'm so just so done...
Suddenly, I can see my wife  at the bottom of the building, she's staring at me, but she doesn't feel bad at all.She might be crying, but she's crying for what she has done, not for me. She wants to go back in time and change what she did, but she wants to do it for herself. She doesn't want me anymore. And neither do I. I don't want to stay here anymore, in this world full of devastation. There's only one way to escape, and I deffinetly want to escape. I love you nanna."
And that's how it all ended, with a huge spot of blood on the stairs of the building and a horror face on every person that was there except one: his.

Metaphores are a man's best friend

The gates opened at 2 o'clock. He only had 2 hours to spend his time sitting on the grass of the parks before he had to go back to his cell. Every night, he was prepared a couple of minutes before the doors started to open, so he could spend every single minute of those hours. It was marvelous. The feeling of freedom he felt once he was out was indescribable. It wasn't good or bad, it was, that's everything. He could see the world, in a good or in a bad way, but that's not the point. He was out, and he could run all over the grass until he was exhausted. Then he would go to a bench so he could think about everything that had happened since he had been released from his room, just a couple minutes before he went back to the place he remained. At 4 o'clock, he would start walking back again, irrationally, and he would get into his bed, so he could get enough sleep to face the daytime terrible world.

Have you ever been in love?!

It's 2.43 and I'm in front of my computer, dancing in a really gay and weird way and listening to Lady Gaga's version of "I want your love" on repeat, and I can say that I'm experiencing the feeling of happiness itself. I feel free, I feel released. It's already 2.49. I have been happy for 6 minutes. 7 now. It's just amazing. I love feeling like this. You can feel the energy runing all over your body, worries dissapearing, it's like a drug. I know I should go bed since i have class tomorrow at 9 o'clock, but who gives a damn. I'm feeling ecstatic, full of life. This moment worths a life. Can I make this last forever? Please, if there is actually a God, make my life be an infinite replay of my last 12 minutes. It's 2.55 and I am still feeling the same way I felt when this started.

http://listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=44ntWqV4oW0#Lady_Gaga_-_I_Want_Your_Love_(Tom_Ford_Spring_2016)

Who cares

Was I that dumb? I might have been happy with you in a past, but why would that mean that I really needed you just so I could keep being that happy? Things change, brake, turn into dust in the end, but doesn't mean you can't live without them anymore. That peace of cake might have fed you for a while, and it was delicious, but does it mean that was the only cake that could make you feel that way until the time you die?

This one is for you

We need to group up and fight this together, that's the only way. We need to go to the streets, fill them up with people, shouting and yelling at everyone, making them know that we dont like what they are doing, that this is not how we want to live. We are not slaves, they don't own us, they can't do with us whatever they want to do. This must end. Let's go as a society and, if they don't want to finish this, we'll make them finish it. Let's go on strike!

A Million Men

I feel so bad about these situations. People that have no choice. People whose lifes have been so fucked up there is only one choice left.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPkfpxT1Qx4

Night of hate number 3

Today we have been talking about problems in class, and it kinda "surprises" me how almost every single group talked about political things. I mean, come on. We are young, we should be thinking about love and about all the adults that dont understand us, not about how mean and stupid politicians are. It freaks the sh*t out of me, seriously. Why the hell do I have to worry about that. I want to be skipping classes to meet people, be crying all night because of x person, or just being happy because I can do what I want to do, not what I have been told to do. This. Is. Disgusting.

Come

I'd love to have just ended my clases today. I'd love to leave the building and feel the rain. The smell of it. I'd really like walk back home while the streets are empty. It would be so nice if my classes finished at 4.00 am, so it could be raining and no one would be in the streets, looking at me while I danced and sang one of my favourites songs. I'd love to arrive home, where no one was waiting for me, where no one could disturb me, where no one was able to f*ck up my day. I really need winter to come. Fast. Fast as a hurricane. Fast as a summerlove.

Night of hate number 2

That moment when you realize how fake can poeple end up being just so they can get whatever they want. I'm kinda done with that. I'm almost exhausted of fighting for everybody to understand who I am and who I have always been, and these people can just come, say whatever they want to say and pretend they are people that they actually are not. These people are throwing away our society, and what's more, the concept of  "unique on their own way" not longer exists; everyone has a copycat, because it has happened to me tons of times that I meet new people whose best friends are exactly like them. It is just disgusting. People don't have personality anymore, they just follow a trend, or however you want to call that. It is just so easy to pretend to like something or dislike something just to be part of this f*cking society which I totally dislike.

"If you weren't born with it, you can buy a couple ornaments".

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qLqbC7BifU

Looking forward to hear again from you

The brave soldier took his weapons and started the battle. Thousands of soldiers followed him. The blonde guy with the giant sword found his first victim, whose head flew five metres away in a couple of seconds. The same happened to the following seven people. The eighth got divided into two proportional pieces, and the ninth tried to run away, but a bullet found his head. Once he had reached the tenth, this one told him "there's nothing you could do against him, he'll get you anyways. Just give up and quit fighting, it will make everything easier", but he didn't. He jumped out of the horse and started making scars all over his face, and then sliced his entire body. After the fight had ended, only a couple of soldiers were still alive: the blond guy and a skinny girl who had a portable kind of pc that made lots of noises. They decided to reach the top of the tower, but right before they were about to step on the stairs, a shadow appeared behind him, and frightened him so much that he left everything.

Trust

The feeling of freedom. The feeling of letting everyone do whatever they want. The feeling of making your own chocices, of failing, of falling and getting up. Imagine, for a moment, that you left your house for two days and, when you came back, no one asked you where have you been, what have you been doing or what were you thinking about. The only thing that actually mattered was that you were. You were still alive, and it was all because of you. That feeling that, unfortunately, doesn't exist.

Fear

Fear of clowns
Fear of dogs
Fear of cats
Fear of loneliness
Fear of dissapointing people
Fear of not doing good enough
Fear of people
Fear of teachers
Fear of love
Fear of society
Fear of you
Fear of them
Fear of what could have happened
Fear of what didn't happen
Fear of what actually happened
Fear of me
Fear
Fear of the past
Fear of the future
Fear this world
Fear of ice
Fear of fire
Fear that face
Fear of growing up
Fear of being left
Fear of leaving
I've said that.

What if...?

Trust me, I won't go to your funeral. I will never help you when you need me, not anymore. Once the night comes, don't expect me to turn on a light so you can follow the road I walk. After your classes have ended, I won't be waiting for you on the outside of the building, with a cup of hot chocolate and my my eyes focused on the clock counting the seconds. I won't hold your towel for you anymore when we go to the beach... if we still went to the beach. Nothing else will happen between us. No more moments to share, no more likes to get on our photos, not even my voice pronouncing your name, slowly, in a lovely way, just before we start making out. No more nights hugging each other. No more tears, or smiles, or questions. I just need you to know that everything has ended for us. But, has it ended for you? Do you really think that you won't find another person to spend some time? I know you don't, but still, you think you won't be able to enjoy it, and that's bullsh*t. You just need some time to get sh*t together, and some more time to quit expecting things from the people. Once you have done that, the time for people to fail you will start, but dont worry, it won't hurt you as much as you think it does. Eventually, you will even think about the good things that a twisted fate has brought you, and you will learn from them. But, once you start learning, what happens? What happens once you have started creating a model, a figure, an idea, of what everything means to you? Well, then sh*t happens again, and everything turns into dust. After the fire burst the house, only the ashes remain, but it is your choice to start building the house that once you made out of nothing, or forget everything you have learnt and start all over. It is then when you really think, why didn't it work? Was it because of me? Was it because of the way I did it? Those are two different things. It can be because of you, but not because of the way, or viceversa, so before you truly start all over again, try to guess what went wrong, and then you will be able to decide what to do with your life. But remember, if you want to guess something you need to think before, and there is no way you can think if your mind is full of other things, so let the time past before, because nothing good will happen if you dont let the time that it took you to build that house come to your mind and remind how exciting was to start building the place that once you lived in.

Narcissism.

There's this guy that has a face blessed by the Gods. He's cute, he's sexy and he has a pure sight. He's really tall, and skinny, and he has a style that I love. There's this guy that has an incredible personallity. He's funny, everybody wants to have fun with him because he's always on the mood to go to party, to go out, to have a nice time with others. There's this guy who feels stressed as f*ck. He feels the pressure of the wolrd on his shoulders. He needs to be perfect so he can pleasure other people. There's this guy that doesn't give a fuck anymore. He has come to a point that he only wants to pleasure himself and do whatever he wants to do. There's this guy who has become a fighter for others, for himself, for nothing and for everything. There's this guy who has always been someone, but each day becomes someone else. There's this guy who fears the future, but so did in the past and nothing could stop him. There's this guy trapped in a mirror, trying to escape and spend the rest of the life with himself. There's this guy, that I love.

Night of hate number 1

People are full of sh*t. Literally.
People love to blame everything on other things. For example, I'm tired of listening to people saying that the language is sexist, which is bullsh*t. A language has no arms, has no mouth, has no legs, has no brain; it is just a simple tool. So, imagine a chef, with all his spoons and forks and other stuff. He is about to make tons and tons of salad to a charity, so he takes the lettuce, the onions, and the tomatoes. But you can't peel the tomatoes without a knife, so he takes a knife. Once he has peeled the tomatoes, he washes everything and put everything where it belongs. After the chef closes the restaurant at 00.30 am. a couple of robbers broke into the place, but, unfortunately, a waiter is still there, cleaning a part of the kitchen that he couldn't do before. The robbers get nervous and, after fighting for a while, one of the robbers ends up killing the waiter with the knife that the chef had used before to peel everthing. Well, the language is the kinfe, and we, as humans, are the ones that have to decide how to use it.

Comparative paragraph

Although punk music seems noisy to people and classical music has the reputation of being boring, they are, after all, a music trend. Classical music might seem too slow or even sleepy to enjoy, but i can actually get really exciting and full of energy. It has also been always really moving to people, expressing perfectly emotions and making people being able to empathaise with the music that is being played. On the other hand, it is commonly said that punk music is all about rebels and satanic people, but that is not true at all. This type of music includes lots of electric guitars and drums, so it gets associated to noise, but being a speedy and strong type of music has nothing to do with noise! In fact, this speed in the music might be similar to the feeling of adrenaline. In the end, its all about tastes: you can like a specific race of dog, but that doesn't mean that others races are worse than that one.