(why do they call me "cynical"?)

... and they speak in clichés
... and they tell you they care
... and they say you farewell
[and sigh in relief.

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"Move on" they'd say.

"Move onto where?" I'd ask (them/myself?)

(Fragen ohne Antworte)

Would you think less of me if I told you that I still enjoy reading Harry Potter?

Last night I dreamt of you. Is it worth telling? Do you still care? Did you ever*?

*somehow

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A veces me gusta pensar que soy inteligente.

Fiction for the forlorn

Tonight he –Crush no. 3- kissed me, nothing much to it. A kiss on the cheek, as a farewell… as a dare…
He knows… my gut tells me so.

For the n-th time..!

¡A ver, padre!
Ya sé que piensas que soy un enclenque emocional (donde "enclenque" es sustantivo y "emocional", adjetivo) y que necesito que me subas el autoestima cada vez que a mi hermana se le presenta una oportunidad, producto de nuestra actividad artística conjunta. O sea, cuando yo paso desapercibido para los "cazatalentos" o como-se-llamen.

Bueno, la verdad es que necesito que alguien más me suba el autoestima cada vez que me menosprecias de esa forma.

Scene from last night

Crush no. 3: "Hey! See you!"
Prota: "Yeah, take care!"

They shake hands. Crush no. 3 tries to hug Prota. The latter freezes on the spot, pretends not to care much about the hug. Crush no. 3 ends up patting Prota's back.

Crush no. 3: "¡Ah! Pinche culero. Cuando quieran mis abrazos..."

If only he knew... he wouldn't try to hug Prota ever again.
That's how fear makes us act.