tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13278126787774189162012-02-16T05:14:24.290-08:00Camilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12337731414275915040noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327812678777418916.post-14111318479313125152008-01-24T05:32:00.000-08:002008-01-24T05:38:06.745-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Yo me netere hace poco ke mi papa no era mi papa y eso me afecto muxo no tiene idea kuanto weno y ahora ke se todo se me hace mui difcil siento ke me pertenesco a este familia y no se porke siento ke todos me miran mal porke no soi hija de el en pocas palabra de siento como dejada como ke todo estan a la derecha y io a la izquierda sola.<br /><br />Me gustaria no sentirme haci pero nose como hacerlo estoi llendo al psiquiatra y me ayuda harto aunke tenga ke tomar unas pastillas orrible de malas ajjajaa...<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327812678777418916-1411131847931312515?l=pecadoimborrable.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Camilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12337731414275915040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327812678777418916.post-23300655294935400472008-01-23T09:46:00.000-08:002008-12-09T18:45:18.257-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tsS0a5mqSs4/R5d_rcG36WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OOBB0eFZ_Gg/s1600-h/51boxWXSzxL._SS500_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tsS0a5mqSs4/R5d_rcG36WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OOBB0eFZ_Gg/s320/51boxWXSzxL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158732282432317794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > All of these lines across my face<br />Tell you the story of who I am<br />So many stories of where I've been<br />And how I got to where I am<br />But these stories don't mean anything<br />When you've got no one to tell them to<br />It's true...I was made for you<br /><br />I climbed across the mountain tops<br />Swam all across the ocean blue<br />I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules<br />But baby I broke them all for you<br />Because even when I was flat broke<br />You made me feel like a million bucks<br />Yeah you do and I was made for you<br /><br />You see the smile that's on my mouth<br />Is hiding the words that don't come out<br />And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed<br />They don't know my head is a mess<br />No, they don't know who I really am<br />And they don't know what I've been through but you do<br />And I was made for you...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327812678777418916-2330065529493540047?l=pecadoimborrable.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Camilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12337731414275915040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327812678777418916.post-68783598299200938552008-01-23T06:14:00.002-08:002008-12-09T18:45:18.386-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tsS0a5mqSs4/R5dUj8G36TI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qMz-pKuH9VA/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tsS0a5mqSs4/R5dUj8G36TI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qMz-pKuH9VA/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158684874583304498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Como describir la palabra amor cuando se sufre tanto como se hace, cuando uno se enamora todo es de color rosa todo el lindo hasta que los celos llegan y destruyen todo la confianza ke es algo tan importante se pierde por culpa de los celos quisas con razon otros no.<br /><br />La gente sufre muxo y yo me eh dao cuenta de eso...mi amiga vi ayer ami casa y me conto llorando ke su pololo habia terminado con ella y la habia hechao de la casa yo me senti super mal por ella porque ella es super alegre y verla haci fue como para kedar ¡plop!<br />el pololo de ella crei ke le habia sido infiel con su ex y io se ke es mentira...kisas el erro que cometio ella es no haberle contado la ver altiro de ke se vio con ex pero no paso nada yo le dije que al final todo se sabia bueno y se supo y ahora debe estar sufriendo ...<br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327812678777418916-6878359829920093855?l=pecadoimborrable.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Camilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12337731414275915040noreply@blogger.com0