Wishes.

It's not even about happiness. It's about survival. Every day there's always a silly thing that makes things even more complicated than usual, maybe an stupid person at college being even more stupid, or a couple of pounds that magically decide to install in my hips. Silly things, epic huge reactions. Or should I say over-reactions?

 A long time ago I dreamed on becoming an adult, having control of my life and working on what I wanted and doing what I wanted. Now that I've grown up all I want is to stop worrying and just come back to those days where my doll's lost shoe or my broken crayon were the most terrible things that could happen, the scenarios have changed and so have I, was all of this for good? I don't know man, guess I should say "yes", but I'm not going to lie to myself, I rather stay curious about the answers my mind can give to my own questions. 

I felt like writing in another language for the simple fact of changing the routine. Just for one day. Happiness is a hard goal to work on, should be easy for a girl like me who basically has been blessed in all the possible ways. Then why there's always a sad smile across my face instead of a real one? 

Wish I had a good story to tell. One of those who change lives and inspire the others to just carry on (oh yeah, gotta say it before I forget it, "Carry On" by FUN is such a good song, thanks Jessie). 

I would write about how RP was a nice escape during a while, but oh boy, I can't picture myself trying to explain to my readers the stories behind Alice and Evadne. A famous Argentinian writer called Jorge Luis Borges once said "one man is all the men", basically that's what I found in the characters I created. Some days seems way more easy to just pretend I am Alice and not the real me, with her over-weight issues and the post-teenager acne. Yes people, shitty life involves acne, deal with it.

Does any of this words even make sense? They stopped making sense to me some time ago.

Friendship. That's a word that keeps making sense to me. Way more than other clue words in my life, like "coffee","bed" or "Obliviate". I've learned that tons of people will share theirs paths with me, maybe for a couple of days, months, even years. But real friends won't just cross paths with me. They'll leave a mark. A good one tho. And I like to be marked by then, wish I did the same for them as well. Sometimes I feel like I do. Or maybe it's just another outstanding thing in my bucket list.

Even through the fact of my age and my sadness, I wanna keep hoping for things to actually get better, funnier or kinder, life seems like such a short thing like for wasting it in complaining at the bad instead of fighting for what's really worthy...

Someday I'll get on this blog and I'll read this and I'll say "¡¡¿por qué diablos estaba escribiendo en inglés?!!". In case this is actually you, I mean, an older version of me reading the crazy useless crap of the 20 old you, well, let me tell you something:  Oh hai, sexy.

I'm already laughing at that, hope the future version of  me does as well. That's all I wish. At least for tonight.