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.

In life, we will always say things we shouldn't, want something we can't have, and love someone who won't love us.
It's hard to believe, but as we grow, we don't accept it, but learn to live with it.

Ese incomodo momento..

No entiendo porque, no se que me pasa, hoy me siento mas vacía que el nada.
Esta no soy yo. No se cuantas veces lo tenga que reiterar. Esta persona no soy yo. No me cabe nada en la cabeza.
No se que significa ese incomodo momento donde te pierdes y no puedes encontrar. El momento donde tu sabes que no debes encontrarte, sino crearte. La incomodes en donde ya no sabes lo que sientes. Ese incomodo momento donde no te conoces ni tu misma.

Quien Eres?

Hace unos meses, te acercaste a mi, porque confías en mi.. Lo hiciste, paso un tiempo y te desapareciste. Quien eres? Yo quiero saber.
Que querías de mi? Que te crea? No puedo, fuiste quien intento difamar y termino defendiendo. Quien eres?
Me dices esto, con tanto detalle, tan posible. Pero a la vez, tan inventado?
No se. Dime quien eres. Adivina no soy.