tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371060081946500882011-09-25T22:12:24.668-07:00...noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737106008194650088.post-25735759651529519782011-09-25T22:04:00.000-07:002011-09-25T22:12:24.677-07:00and I'm back.<br />Not for good, I don't think I'll keep posting. It's just so weird to remember those years, how I felt. But I'm glad to say I was right, the best was yet to come and I'm happy now.<br /><br />I think I've been able to develop myself the way I want. My parents finally realized it was not just a phase, this is who I am and there is nothing wrong with it. I'm proud of myself, I am, friends are still the most important thing in my life and even though I've lost some people in the way, I don't regret a thing. I love my friends to death, they make me smile, they make me laugh, they make me feel loved for who I am.<br /><br />I can honestly say I feel 100% comfortable with who I am, what I believe in, what I like and the things that matter. I feel comfortable on my skin, I like my life.<br /><br />"we keep our heads high"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737106008194650088-2573575965152951978?l=parallelxlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737106008194650088.post-36617299604472573792008-11-06T11:36:00.000-08:002008-11-06T11:46:52.176-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3xO0Dy7ZOc/SRNJagu83hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kRHbTVmQAMw/s1600-h/heavy+brushes+study+no+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3xO0Dy7ZOc/SRNJagu83hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kRHbTVmQAMw/s320/heavy+brushes+study+no+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265633109138529810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />once again i'm crying... lately it seems that tears have become my new company. i hate it but it's not up to me...that's just the result of living in this house. My dad raised his fist today, he almost hit me and i wished he had, maybe then it would get easier to get the hell out of here, for the 100th time he told me to leave, to "go live on the streets", i do want to leave but with the friends i have, i know i wont be living in the streets. the past 5 years have been like this, but i feel like it's finally coming to an end, i hope next year i'll be able to finally leave this house...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the best is yet to come</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737106008194650088-3661729960447257379?l=parallelxlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737106008194650088.post-80654153932513843442008-10-31T22:42:00.000-07:002008-11-01T15:48:35.815-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">it's halloween, and as usual i'm stuck at my house. Exactly one year ago, while i was mad because i wouldn't do anything for halloween, one of my now best friends told me this year we would do something for sure. That didn't happend<br /><br />days like these (and they are a majority) make me think. i've realized i dont have the life i want, these past days i've been trying to convince myself that there is a chance my parents will change, that they will accept me for who i am and that i will be able to live in my home being just who i am. that wont happend<br /><br />lately, i feel like i'm falling apart. like everything is just not rigth, the things i treasured most all year long are dying...fading away. my best friend is leaving for ever, i knew this would happen but the day is almost here and i'm not sure i'm ready... friends are THE most important thing in my life, my mom doesn't seem to understand that, i know she and my dad both hate my friends, i couldn't care less, they're the only thing in my life that's worth living for. I got used to seing them almost every day, but that is over now and i miss them. On top of that, i fell like im drifting away from one of my best friends, he's just gone... i know that's what he does, he's a quitter and i wish there was something i could do to change that.<br /><br />I need to get out of here before it's too late, my biggest fear is to look back and regret my life, regret the fact that i wasted my life away... i need to get out of here, and i'll do everything in my power to make that happen. I live only for the hope that the best is yet to come, it has to.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737106008194650088-8065415393251384344?l=parallelxlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737106008194650088.post-15202847322247420462008-10-06T22:21:00.000-07:002008-10-06T22:29:34.096-07:00caras vemos...corazones no sabemos<div>or something like that...<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>im worried, and i dont know how to help her</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737106008194650088-1520284732224742046?l=parallelxlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737106008194650088.post-92121910943682236242008-07-15T19:23:00.001-07:002008-07-15T19:23:59.024-07:00so...im still new at this thing, im edditing my template and that's why i posted something soon to be deleted...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737106008194650088-9212191094368223624?l=parallelxlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...noreply@blogger.com0