Lo nuevo.

Soy libre, no más tiempos muertos a mitad de año, no más vacaciones trasnochadas en libros aburridos!
Lo que viene no es seguro y probablemente sea re difícil, emocionalmente al menos. Pero se viene algo nuevo, algo mejor! Un capítulo nuevo de valerme por mi misma y crecer de una vez por todas, aunque sea pasito a pasito, pa'allá voy.
Y espero sacar lo mejor de todo, y cerrar los capítulos, y guardar en el corazón, para no olvidar, a las personas que han seguido a mi lado a pesar de todas mis mañas y mis cosas raras.

Se vienen cosas nuevas, cosas diferentes.

Mejor.

Una gran opción es el disco, una un poco menos buena es el blog, una otro poco menos buena es el libro y la peor es seguir.

La peor es no ser entendida, creo que soy demasiado diferente y no lo digo como algo bueno. A veces me siento tan diferente que me veo cómo se comportan a través de un vidrio, como si fuese una expectadora de sus vidas.
Quiero una casita en el bosque... Voy a terminar La Huida, a ver si me da una respuesta emocional. Voy a hacer el disco.

Si borro este blog, desaparece gran parte de mi vida y quedo limpia para empezar de nuevo.

Me salgo de la carrera?
Ya me cansé de darle vueltas y no soy capaz de tomar una decisión. lo único que me queda es Discurso Oral y Escrito (DOE), es la única clase que me motiva. Porque las otras 5 clases, las notas y la gente sólo me hacen querer desaparecer de ahí y empezar de nuevo.

Así que denme sus opiniones, me salgo?

Watching your house crumble.

There's some comfort in watching your house fall to the ground. It's like, during, you get this crisis feeling, this terror and this feeling of uncertainty. Then, you are terrified, because your comfort zone is gone and everything you've worked for, has just disappeared. Afterwards, you start thinking of how tiny we are, how life can be easily taken, and wonder why are you still alive.
You go on and on with this kind of epiphanies, until, suddenly, you feel free. Completely and purely free.
You've got nothing to loose, nothing to be stolen or taken away, and most people try to help you because they're sorry for you. You become loved in a second, and happy and free. And then, you get your last epiphany: Nothing really matters. Not even life itself, because you're a tiny piece of shit in an ocean of life. You are not important to whatever it is we are experiencing. Not even this, that we are experiencing is important.

And you start feeling sad, because most people think they're so relevant, and they keep on buying shit, working for the system, treating others like scumbags and being unhappy, without thinking beyond that. WE ARE NOTHING. That's how important we are: NOT IMPORTANT AT ALL.
And then you think, if the history of humanity is just a tiny point in the universe timeline, then my life is nothing, and if my life is nothing, why am I wasting my time being unhappy, studying half my life, working the other half and only having time to rest when I'm old and have no more energy to live? Why do I, why do WE keep perpetuating this system, this consumerism, this capitalism, this NO-LIVING. Why do we decided to own the Earth, if it isn't ours to take? Why do we have to pay for every single thing in this life?
We are nothing, and we aren't even having fun with this nothingness. And most of you, don't even think about it, you are just there, brainwashed, working shitty jobs and being shitty people, and buying shitty stuff to fill the emptiness you get from being shitty to other people.
If we took care of each other, just because we are the same race (human), we wouldn't need any of this. No money, no things, and we already have technology, so we could use it to make life easier, without charging extra.

You know that deep inside of you, you don't want more things. All you want is love, and freedom. You want to be recognized for what you've done and be loved for it, just like famous people. And you are so drowned in your things, your decoration, your money, that you can't even see yourself; understand yourself, and if you don't try to know yourself, you will never love yourself.
To truly love someone else, you need to love yourself first.

Once all of you, motherfuckers, understand this, only then you will be free.

Please, think more.