m a ñ a n a p r o d u c t i v a

Es imposible ser sabía, estoica y coherente las 24 horas del día. Cada tanto hace bien ser una loca de mierda. Elimina toxinas. Dejame tranquila.

Tú no me quieres entender y me mandas a callar diciéndome no me debo sorprender porque así es la realidad.

Quiero correr y no llegar a ninguna parte, gritar y que nadie me escuche.

Un giro de personalidad, unas manchas de locura, intentos de pensamientos maduros para acabar siempre en una misma conclucion y darse cuenta de las cosas tal como son.

Personas que en momento podian llegar ser parte muy importante para mi, me ayudaron a crecer este ultimo tiempo, inconcientemente con el unico objetivo de decirme: "gane" o "no fuiste gran cosa solo algo del momento". Solo palabras disfrasadas para hacerme sentir poca cosa. Para ese tipo de personalidades no sere nada pero tengo algo para decirles: agradecerles por hacerme ver las cosas y que no todos aparentan ser lo que son. El poder decirles lo que pienso sin miedo a las concecuencias o como me puedan mirar. Tan solo darles mi punto de vista porque ahora se quienes realmente valen la pena.

Y que no busco ganar, solo ser yo misma.

A love story...

Yvaine: - You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate… It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves… You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and… What I’m trying to say, Tristan is… I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I’d know it for myself. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.

At the end...

Tristan: - You want to know what the pirate really whispered to me that day?

He told me that my true love was right in front of my eyes. And he was right.