lunes, marzo 15
{ 1:12 a. m. }
while I was writing the title up there I realized I do the things I disagree with
like writing in English when my language is Spanish; I do complain a lot about Monterrey being a wanna be american city and I act like a wanna be american girl with blogs and twitter and those internet holes.
I also realized how much I have suffered, feeling betrayed and used when I did kinda the same to them.. sooner or later (too late!) and I excuse myself with the "guilty blocking my neurological conexions" because I know I can stop the sillyness whenever I want to. This has been like a stone hitting me over and over again.
Done with dyeing my hair and playing with the make up; enough of being part of the shitty people. Always promising they'd change... I do not need to change for anybody! just for myself to be finally happy and confident. Traumas could be huge, or tiny.. it all depends from which angle you might want to see them and I've been climbing from a long time ago so I can see them from the top of my mountain and not from the bottom. The rocks will remain there just as the scars in my right arm but I gotta get there somehow...
I have just found my goal: Reach the top of my mountain and count the people who got stocked in the middle of theirs like little ants, not laughing but actually feeling the greatness of this life.
There you have lovely me.
