Llego tarde

Es... bueno, como si tuviese cosas que hacer, constantemente. Estoy nerviosa todo el tiempo, siempre hay un plan que cumplir, horarios que se me escapan de las manos. Anoche me fui a la cama y también me mareaba estando tumbada, una sensación extrañísima en la que carecía de equilibrio a pesar de mi horizontalidad. Algo me empuja de una lado hacia otro, me presiona y me deja caer en un vacío invisible. No hay demasiado relax, nunca lo hay. Si acaso, momentos de distracción. Algo es algo.
Dejo una letra que me ha acompañado mucho tiempo y que me relaja, me aparca.

Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

[Solo: Corey]

Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten with its memories
Diaries left with cryptic entries

And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on:
I'll never live down my deceit


Buenas noches, Shaisha.