"wanderlust"

This is me and Manchu. She's really happy, I think. But here are some facts about her: She's mischievous. She's grumpy and talks back to me all the time (which I love). She's cute. She sleeps in my bed all the time (one day I almost crushed her). She has a heart-shaped spot on her body. She eats a lot (including my dad's chickens). But I love her. She's the best company, and I love watching her sit with her eyes closed.

The stress is over, it's finished, and I couldn't be more grateful that my thesis was approved in my final exam. I feel good. On the 16th, my stress officially ended. But even though it's good news, that's not the end of it. Next year will be difficult, and I know that any decision I make will have consequences.

playlist and make up!

just a playlist, good playlist

Today I realized that I don't need a boyfriend. Right now, I just want to save money, find my style, and break out of my routine. Even if that means spending 10 hours at work, okay, it might not be nice, but I don't see any other option. I'm running out of options.

October is almost over. My friend came to my house and stayed the night. She gave her a warm welcome, and everything went well, although we also put out an offering for the Day of the Dead. It was difficult to light a candle and know that those who were once alive like us would visit us. All that's left is to accept reality, my reality, where I want to be someone else or try to improve myself. They are gone, but they made us appreciate those who are close to us, those who are still here... Yes, I am crying now because I am a very sensitive girl and everything around me is difficult when I cannot manage my emotions. I have been watching Soy Luna, and Grandpa Alfredo said that sensitivity is a strength that must be accepted and learned from. That is what inspires me these days, and music, the book Antes de diciembre, the relaxing, old music I listened to in high school, my memories of elementary school, the things I never said to those I cared about... all of this revolves around me, but also the hope that I will be happy because I truly long to be. Life is passing me by very quickly and I feel like it's running out, and I want to do so many things: fall in love, have romantic songs dedicated to me, dance with a boy (who likes me), share experiences. I want this, but I wonder if I'm asking too much for who I am, and I'm not a bad person. I just want to be happy, like other people.