Quiero estar anfetaminado

Drogas, sólo drogas, quiero drogas que me faciliten pasar este trago amargo. Encerrarme en mi pieza, golpear paredes, tomar 2 kilos de pastillas para dormir y despertar el Domingo, sólo para recordar que tengo que volver a dormir.
A la chucha el Festival de Cine, a la chucha los putos premios, a la mierda todo lo planeado.
Sí, es verdad, Jamás me rindo, pero es inútil estar en una batalla en la que peleas sólo.
Es triste tambien ver este puto blog y ver etiquetada en "Sadness" la mayoría de las cosas.
Ilusiones en vano. Tenías razón querido, me falta sentido común.
Se me corre el maquillaje ahora, debo parecer Guasón.
Me cago en Bright Eyes, que cual pitonisa me cantó:

Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek

Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek

Yeah, you still kiss me sometimes, but it's just on the cheek

You pull away so easily

And I still call you, but I get your machine

And I still call you, but I get your machine

And if I'm lucky I guess, I get your roommate answering

But you're at the bar, or at Gene's

And we go to dinner, but you won't hold my hand

We sit at the same table, but we don't play with our feet

Yeah, we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don't sneak a kiss

When the waitress turns around

And we still watch movies, but we don't share the couch

And we still rent movies, but we don't share the couch

Yeah, we still watch movies sometimes, but you don't lay in my lap
The plot is slow, take a nap
And you even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes

Yeah, you'll even sleep over, but now we stay in our clothes

Yeah, you even sleep over sometimes, but we stay in our clothes

I'm only there so that you're not alone

And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer

Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let's contrast and compare

Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there

I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies

I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies

Yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies

I see through them all the time
So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk
Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey, I'm going to get really fucking drunk

I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so, so drunk

That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up.

Sólo queda llorar, como me lo aconsejó alguna vez tu hermano, llorar hasta que no me queden más lágrimas. Y luego tomar agua, para seguir llorando.
Estoy Tan Estúpido por la cresta. Sólo deseo llegar a mi casa, escuchar Bright Eyes y Pachabel. y dormir. sólo dormir. Y pensar, y dormir.
Y querer ser querido, y ser correspondido y todas esas cursilerías que buscaba, y que ya no podré tener.

Te amo, por la rechucha que te amo