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inadaptada.
19/05/2015
lugares muchos me faltaron por recorrer, lugar varios me faltaron por visitar, pero como se puede funcionar en una sociedad si se es inadaptado.
siento mucha rabia y pena de no poder hacer lo que mis capacidades me dicen, de levantarme mal y acostarme peor, de levantarme con ganas de no querer seguir jugando éste juego, donde sabemos que siempre va a ver un ganador y tu tienes por mas seguro que hay un perdedor.
2 fueron la veces que intenté de desaparecer, pero me unía un laso muy fuerte con mi familia que eh llegado a odiarlo, todo lo hago por ellos y todo se lo dedico a ellos, sé que estoy muy mal ahí pero las circunstancias de la vida me han llevado a hacerlo.Madre; siento no poder llegar a hacer lo que imaginaste. Padre: único que confió en mi. Hermano: sigue tus sueños sin que nadie los derribe(frase que repito en otras vidas pero en la mía no). Amigas: gracias por soportarme. Gabriel: querido, gracias por lo vivido
sueños, Palabra que queda rebotando en mi vocabulario. Palabra que queda inserta en mi cerebro. Cerebro cerrado por una gran estructura metálica que solo entran ideas diseñadas para mi persona, persona que creo mi familia. Y un país y mundo. Donde lo mas importante es el dinero, dinero que no tengo, dinero que no tienen muchos. Muchos es poco decir para las personas que nos sentimos así, en un hoyo sin salida. Salida la cual estoy recurriendo de la manera mas mala, Mala fue mi vida pasada la cual en cualquier instante será borrada, Borrada del planeta un chiquilla que se queja por su existencia en una red social. Red social la cual ayuda a adolescentes con problemas comunes. Común me volveré yo luego que termine este despilfarro de ideas. Ideas que solo brotan de mis dedos ya que mi cerebro está en incertidumbre. incertidumbre de pensar si alguna alma en pena leerá ésto y se sentirá como yo. yo ser pensante (supuesta mente) que quiere que el mundo le reconozca sus logros cualidades y virtudes. virtudes, logros y cualidades las cuales digo que son reconocidas pero no por la manera que me gustaría. gustaría..... me gustaría despertar de esto.
dedicado a todo “yo” que quiso desaparecer en cualquier ámbito de su vida.
amen hermanos.
-calma, es lo que siento al escribir-
holy jesus no - did you just follow me? thank you thank you thank you. you are lovely ily.
holy jesus, yes i did, its not a big deal believe me haha i love you too and your blog as well :') xx
on my blog, my music player won't fade out with my updates tab thingie. When you're not hovered on the tab, the player just suspends itself on my blog and looks ridiculous. it's be great if you could help :) thank you!
could you re install it so i can see where you're placing it and the coding for it?
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so I made my first theme and I think I'm pretty happy with it. There's just one thing with it and I have no idea how to fix it. Basically, on my pages (FAQ, about, ect.) the white box is always the same as my post width. It makes everything look a bit silly and in my faq, the words just come right out. Is there any way to change the size of this box without changing it on the homepage? sorry to bother you.. it's just irritating. If you're wondering: it's the theme on my blog. Thank you!! xxx
the theme looks really cute!! one of the easier ways to fix it is adding ’s to make things fit on the page and then for your askbox, just resize it using this code:
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it's about halogen software.. have a great day!
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OKAY. so for one of my classes, my prof recommended that we listen to the Harper High School episodes instead of reading the textbook, which is awesome, because the textbook for that class is pretty hard to read, as in I can't seem to find the motivation to do so. I hopped on the chance to listen to the episodes instead. What I didn't expect was how incredibly depressing and moving it would be.
It follows a project where the reporters from This American Life spent five months at Harper High School in Chicago, following the counsellors and students to take a look at the lives behind the story: "last year alone, 29 current and recent students were shot." They live where shootings are common because gangs are very prevalent in the neighbourhood. Students walk down the road because there are trees next to the sidewalk and that's, in their words, "not safe."
One particular student they talked about was Adante. He accidentally shot his brother recently and is filled with self-loathing. His sister doesn't even talk to him anymore, and he overheard his mother saying something along the lines of "he killed my baby." Adante. Hates. Himself. Luckily, he started coming to school again because he grew close to the counsellor , Crystal, who provided much positive emotional support . His grades are the highest they've ever been. Things were looking up for him.
Oh god then I cried.
Adante was picked up on a gun charge. He fled after he heard the potential consequences, literally running out of the court house. This meant he also violated his probation for the shooting of his brother. "It feels like I lost him," was how Crystal put it. Later, she called Adante. She asked him not to tell her where he was, and reminded him that there was still good in him, and not to forget that. At the end of the phone call, they said their goodbyes. It was beautiful, but so devastating.
me tengo que ir y no es por mi contigo esta mi corazon todo el amor de mis entrañas de mi pecho y de mi alma algun dia volvere a estar aqui