o gosto azedo de algo vencido

Ia escrever aqui sobre as piores 48 horas dos últimos tempos.
Do quão absorta eu estive…
Dormir era o melhor a se fazer…
Eu me permiti sentir isso, mas só por 48 horas.
Eu quis ir ao fundo, levei tudo às últimas consequências porque seria só aquela vez, só ela e mais nenhuma.
Aquelas palavras confortaram e me fizeram esquecer por algum tempo tudo de ruim.
Mas agora não, essas palavras não me enganam mais, e com toda a racionalidade de uma virginiana vejo as coisas só como elas são.
É.. realmente acabou, e eu não sinto por isso.
E a única coisa que me doi agora, é o meu dinheiro rasgado.

Depois de ler um livro em 5 horas, vejo que tudo passou.

“O que a gente chama de amor é apenas o álibi consolador da união de um perverso com uma puta, é somente o véu rosado que cobre o rosto assustador da Solidão invencível.”

- Trecho do livro Hell

“Amor, isto é tudo o que a gente encontrou para alienar a depressão pós-cópula, para justificar a fornificação, para consolidar o orgasmo. Ele é a quintessência do Belo, do Bem, do Verdadeiro, que remodela a sua cara escrota, que sublima a sua existência mesquinha. Bom, eu, eu o rejeito. Pratico e louvo o hedonismo mundano, ele me poupa.”

- Trecho do livro Hell

E agora me sinto mais como a Alanis dos velhos tempos.

por isso, “You Oughta Know” é para todos osromances fudidos. hahahaha

I want you to know
That I’m happy for you
I wish nothing but
The best for you both

An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theater?
Does she speak eloquently?
And would she have your baby?
I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother

‘Cause the love that you gave, that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough
For you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you’d hold me
Until you died? ‘Til you died?
But you’re still alive

And I’m here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well
Things look peaceful
I’m not quite as well
I thought you should know

Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity?
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
But it was a slap in the face
How quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

‘Cause the love that you gave, that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough
For you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you’d hold me
Until you died? ‘Til you died?
But you’re still alive

And I’m here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

‘Cause the joke that you laid in the bed
That was me, and I’m not going to fade as soon
As you close your eyes, and you know it
And everytime I scratch my nails
Down someone else’s back, I hope you feel it
Well, can you feel it?

Well, I’m here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

I’m here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

Não é a primeira vez que isso acontece, mas que seja a última, tá?!
e pronto! nada mais sobre isso, Natália.