Just feel better

She said I feel stranded
And I can't tell anymore
If we coming or I'm going
It's not how I planed it
I've got the key to the door
But it just won't open

And I know, I know, I know
Part of me says let it go
That life happens for a reason
I don't, I don't, I don't
It goes I never went before
But this time, this time

I'm gonna try anything that just feel better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything that just feel better

And I can't find my way
Girl I need a change
And I do anything that just feel better
Any little thing that just feel better

She said I need you to hold me
I'm a little far from the shore
And I'm afraid of sinking
You're the only one knows me
And who doesn't ignore
That my soul is weeping

I know, I know, I know
Part of me says let it go
Everything must have it seasons
Round and round it goes
And every day's a one before
But this time, this time

I'm gonna try anything that just feels better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything that just feel better

And I can't find my way
God I need a change
And I do anything that just feel better
Any little thing that just feel better

Long to hold you in my arms
To all things I ought to leave behind, yeah
It's really getting nowhere
I think I need a little help this time!

Yeah
[Guitar solo]

I'm gonna try anything that just feel better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything that just feel better

And I can't find my way
Girl I need a change
And I do anything that just feel better
Any little thing that just feel better

Santana & Steven Tyler

Jugando con fuego

Definitivamente estoy terminado de perder la cabeza, y mis pocos ahorros.

Primero la bolsa (que en ella sigo), luego las apuestas deportivas. Lo gracioso es que ganaba una cantidad considerable y por no retirarme a tiempo, perdí eso y más. Total que llevo perdido una "pasta gansa". Y no es normal en mi. Nunca he tirado el dinero de esta manera.

Las cosas cambian, la desesperación llega a puntos insospechados, la jodida soledad se me hace eterna, lo díficil que se pone todo cada día que pasa me desmoraliza a marchas forzadas, y el no saber qué hacer para matar el puto tiempo me corroe. Sí, podría ponerme a estudiar o a hacer algo productivo, pero la desgana, la salud, la falta de ilusiones, de futuro, y de todo, me puede.

Si al menos me lo hubiera gastado en putas, eso que habría ganado. Aunque hasta en eso tengo mala suerte y siempre "me toca" la menos indicada.

Ahora toca recuperar, habrá que armarse de paciencia una vez más, o morir en el intento.