words

There are some feelings that you don't seem to find words for, you just learn to name them after the people who gave them to you.
I can't begin to explain how long it takes me to come up with complete thoughts of how I feel about him or how much I love it. And sometimes, I just can't even say them, because I get all nervous and my words get jumbled up because I'm feeling everything I'm thinking, and let me tell you, I've never been the best multi-tasker. But I love putting words to you, I love thinking of ways to describe you and what you make me feel, because for the first time, I wanna feel and say everything that's going on inside me when I look at you, hear you, and even think of you.
It has been the biggest blessing to feel everything you do, think, and say, so deeply.

3MSC, 3 metros sobre el cielo, 3 years ago, I was 18, craving that feeling, that sensation of it, and
today, I'm 22, and my gosh, por fin entiendo lo que es estar 3msc y saber que nunca mas lo volveras a sentir.

Long lost.

I started this blog when I was 2 months shy of turning 18. I stopped writing because I just forgot what I was doing with this. I wanted to write, I still do, I have notebooks and shoe boxes filled with things that cross my mind.
It's 2015, and I'm here again, a lot of things have happened since my last entry. A lot of bad things and a whole lot of good things too. I just can't believe how much has actually happened around me or how much time has gone by.
I've lost people, gained people. I've fallen in love, a whole bunch too. I've learned to feel so much and cry more than I ever thought possible. I've learned so much about who I am, and discovered so many layers to my self. I have done a whole lot of living.
And though a lot of things have changed, a lot of things haven't.
22. I'm still a work in progress, because I always get lost, it's so typical of me, and unusual if I don't, and the only difference between being lost now and being lost those 3 years ago, is that now, I actually like it.