Today my mom cried because she was happy to be spending time with me. I got caught up with so many feelings and thoughts… Sometimes, I feel there’s too much love, too many feelings and emotions that we as humans invest in each other; its kinda humbling and beautiful to think that our existences can be measured or determined by the amount of love we give, whether it is returned or not. I hope one day to love my children as intensely and imperfectly as my mother loved me. I hope I can love myself, love others, even if that love will not be reciprocated in ways I want to, even if I am not to find a soulmate or someone to share my life with, I will die happily, knowing I can love, that I was loved (by family, friends, strangers). I was given the amazing capability to feel, to reason and observe and I chose to do so. Our lives can have as much meaning as we want them to. It’s not selfish to live for one self, as long as you remember that you are here to produce good, love and happiness to others in your small corner of the universe.
Me

This book…
So many feelings. 
It’s as if someone caught the essence of youth, life, literature, poetry, irony and Mexico and wrote it down. 
Maybe I’ll write something more coherent in the next days. 
In the meantime, I’m happy I finished the year reading this book. 
Thank you, Bolaño. Your book stays in my heart. I’m happy I stole it from my school. I promise you I’ll buy it as soon as I can and return this copy so someone else can read it. 
De nuevo, gracias. 

This book…

So many feelings. 

It’s as if someone caught the essence of youth, life, literature, poetry, irony and Mexico and wrote it down. 

Maybe I’ll write something more coherent in the next days. 

In the meantime, I’m happy I finished the year reading this book. 

Thank you, Bolaño. Your book stays in my heart. I’m happy I stole it from my school. I promise you I’ll buy it as soon as I can and return this copy so someone else can read it. 

De nuevo, gracias. 


I’m listening to Chariots of Fire by Vangelis. That means it’s time to take a shower.
Yes.
A shower.
And finish homework.

Hello dear followers. This is me. With a wig. My hair’s not this color. 
Felt like sharing my face today. 

Hello dear followers. This is me. With a wig. My hair’s not this color. 

Felt like sharing my face today. 


Dramatic pause

I want to die right now. Maybe for a little while. I’m so tired and stressed. 

Nothing that I can’t solve. I just have a lot of things on my plate right now. 

Work, car problems, family problems, school, regrets and people and stuff that put a lot of pressure on me. 

I just need a nap and a hug. :( 


Armonious pause

Today was a good day. I got my car back, family was calm and nice and gave me delicious food (I love food). 

Learning a new piece for singing class, got offered a part for an opera (small one and still in the works, but I’m happy) and I’m slowly, oh so slowly, accepting the ups and downs in my life. 

But now it’s about to rain and I need to finish a report for tomorrow. 

So no more Tumblr for tonight. 


Ughhhh

You know what I hate about hormones and PMS? You pass from throwing out after drinking a glass of water to wanting to eat a slice of cheesecake in just five minutes. Also, everything makes me wanna cry. Even Enya. 


Today is one of those days I hate everything… Specially myself…

23

Guess what?… I’m officially 23 years old. 

I seriously can’t believe it. Maybe if I took a look at my birth certificate and some old photos, because time sure is a tricky bitch. 

I need to start living my life more consciously, make way to my true feelings and start fighting for the things I want. This past year feels like I’ve been drifting through stuff and shit and haven’t been myself most of the time. 

I need to love, to laugh, to hate, to cherish and to feel… To stop pushing or muting myself and start speaking out, to hear what I have to say. 

So.. yeah. Time to wake up and smell the roses, start the coffee machine and look out the window, because life is passing by and I could just miss it. 


So today is my recital

And I’m tired/nervous… It’s been a hectic week, full of work, problems, weird stuff and parties. 

I’m going to be singing a soprano-version of Schubert’s “Die Forelle”… 

Can’t wait… !


Leaving home

so yep… I’m gonna leave home now… Things are not ok. Not one bit.

In a few days I’ll be moving to my grandparents’ house ‘till I find a good apartment or house for rent. I hope I can find a good place nearer to my school. 

It’s sad that things had to happen this way, but I’m sick of this. 

I need to be free from all these problems. 

See you around. 


… and I’ve been young for so long it’s gettin’ old

Today’s a hate yourself day.

I just ST’d my third Changeling The Lost session

It was pretty cool. I still feel very self-conscious and insecure, but I think I’m getting the handle of it. Of course, I have a bunch of awesome players, who are also my good friends, so there’s that… XD

Man… Watching them excited about this bunch of stuff you’ve invented for them is priceless. Can’t wait too see where this chronicle goes.