Musings of an emotional girl

I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.

If nothing else, one day you can look someone straight in the eyes and say ‘But I lived through it. And it made me who I am today.

Doing as others told me, I was blind. Coming when others called me, I was lost. Then I left everyone, myself as well. Then I found everyone, myself as well.

I’m going to tell you something: thoughts are never honest. Emotions are.

Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time.

She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

Free yourself from the illusion of good and bad days. Labeling time makes us nostalgic of the past and demanding of the future. There is only here and now. Let it be.

As I flew to embrace the bullet, God sent a wind to blow me off course

I don’t often miss people. I miss vibes, energies and connections.