No hay trabajo. No hay carrera. No hay pasantías. No hay vida nueva. No hay nuevos horizontes. No hay relación con distintas culturas. No hay nuevos aprendizajes. No hay historia. No hay cultura. No hay plata. No hay ilusiones de novio cuasi extranjero. en fin; parece que los sueños se me van cada vez más lejos.
"Jimena dice
que complicado es esto amiga!
somos muy pateticas!
Natalia dice
me di cuenta la otra vez que sii, soy re patetica
y lo acepto
hasta que consiga lo que tanto espero y diga I DESERVE THIS."
Etiquetas: on falling in love with boy friends.
It's seems like a cycle, a repetive one and I'm tired of it.A little bit of here, a little bit of there, and I can't find a balance, I blame myself because I decide to choose it; I don't like myself because of the same.Wish that I could stop myself from falling from (literally) grace but it's hard to catch it so easy and I'm not feeling really able to.That was true, when they said that you see how you are in darkest and worst situations, and I think I don't do things how they should be.When this would stop? When would I say "I had enough" and move on? ... from EVERYTHING?
