Give them sth to talk about

Me di cuenta en este último tiempo; o mejor dicho, en realidad me molesta de que tengo razón, que me saca la cabeza la gente que habla por hablar. Me pasa desde la primaria que hagas lo que hagas, o no hagas nada, la gente siempre lo comenta. Y no hay nada que me joda más que eso.
Ojalá pudiera callarlos o bardearlos a todos, pero no se puede, porque realmente no me gusta pelearme. Pero aprendí, a los golpes de vida, que lo mejor es ignorarlos. Pero sólo hasta un punto.
Así que voy a hacer lo que se me cante, sin importarme honestamente. Porque yo hago la mía, y al que no le guste tranquilamente puede irse por donde vino.

I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms.
I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

Crappy Day

Bueno, soy nueva en esto, así que me van a tener que saber disculpar jajajaja.
Crappy day... por qué será? Puede ser porque rendía Psicología Social y no había estudiado ni una hoja. O porque justo SPM hoy. O porque el martes que viene es la exposición de los cortos de la facultad y recién grabo mañana. O porque el profesor me asusto y estoy asustada al punto que me pierdo en la pared blanca de lo pálida que estoy. O tal vez porque los de la facultad chota se les canta aumentar la cuota y ya no sé de donde sacar plata.
Pero también creo que tiene mucho que ver con que estoy cansada. Porque el año se está terminando y otra vez siento que no llego a nada. Porque las horas no me alcanzan para estudiar. Porque extraño a mi familia y mis amigos de mis pagos misiones. Y porque los de acá no se ponen las pilas. También porque el último hombre, si se puede decir así, que pasó por mi vida volvió a desilusionarme.
O por muchas razones más. Lo único que sé es que hoy no fue mi día y que cuan más rápido me duerma hoy, más pronto va a ser un nuevo día y va a haber otra razón para sonreír.