Nicole Richie

Buscala que existe

Open mind, closed mouth

Nunca voy a ser suficiente.

Las chicas buenas no tragan.

No necesito comida.

Continue

Ok, I'll continue withwhat I was saying. My boyfriend broke up whit me andI couldn't stand it. I was eating like three hundred pigs. I hated school cause i had to see him and my friends (those bitches!) we're faking to be his friends and talk about drums... I hated that, I hate them.

Two days before winter break, another guy came to my life and i felt happy one more time. When the holidays started, I made a f'log called kiero_una_tiara and it turned like "famous" (didi already wrote this part? doesn't matter) and i had thousandof anorexic friends, I loved them, I LOVE them. They were my support, my life, my everything. I lived for them, and for my BF. And for Cielo Latini. Actually, i don't like her now,she's fake... something's not okay in her story, but anyway, at that time, she was my godess(that'swhy i put the picture, she represents my past year). ABZ was my Bible.

Describe this past year

This past year, well... At the beginning, it was...I don't know, my grandmother was dying because of cancer but I was in heaven anyway: for a very first time in my life i had friends. Friends who invited me to their homes, to go shopping, you know, all I always wanted. My very own heaven.

Then my grandma pasted out, and I cried a lot, but later I was fine, my friends were everything for me. And I thought I was everything for them (very very very GIANT mistake).

Then, the school year began. I was totally scared cause my crush and I were going to be in the same building(before that, we were separated, in different buildings) and I didn't want to scare him(actually, I did it...Many and many times).

The time passed, my friends and I had a lot of troubles because of my crush. They started to tell me that I was retarded for loving him. And I screamed them that they were selfish and that they couldn't understand me, that was totally cruel not letting me love him. Even if it hurts a lot.

We always came back to be friends after a fight, but yu still feeling the scratch in your soul...And we started to carry so many scratches that in some point we couldn't stand it anymore, but I haven't got there yet.

At June I could forgot my crsuh and focus on a guy, who was PERFECT, a blonde, tall, blue eyes, heaven! I was so damn happy! We went (all 8th. grade) to a camp at the end of June, and he broke up with me there (in a bus, coming back home). When I came back, i just wanted to die...My friends suported me, but I was feeling like crap anyway...I couldn't stand go to school and see him. Then the winter brake came and i could focus on myself: i made a flog called kiero_una_tiara, it became "famous", that small little page was my whole world, i loved it.

I'll continue later, i'm tired.

Conseguite una vida.

Quiero tener amigas de carne y hueso.

Quiero ser linda.

Quiero ser flaquísima.

Quiero comer todo y vomitarlo todo.

Quiero cortarme toda.

Quiero aprobar Naturales.

Quiero ganarle a Rocío.

Quiero un arcoiris.

Y muchos gatitos.

Cortadas with love

Casi ni se notan en esta foto... Pero por lo menos la pulsera roja se ve.

Mañana:

Starving to death.

Tengo que copiar la carpeta de Naturales pero Lía me acaba de tirar todo...

Princesa

Tengo esa necesidad (a veces, no siempre) de que todo sea color de rosa. Femenino, hermoso, divino, precioso... Pero es raro, porque yo no soy así. Me junto más con varones que con mujeres, raramente uso polleras, ¡ni siquiera(y confieso que me da cosa decirlo) uso desodorante!

Soy una princesa, eso es lo que pasa. No, soy muchas personas a la vez y entonces se turnan: un rato "el boludo de alla" y otro rato la princesita que vomita un chicle. Lalalalala, con musiquita y todo.