A half of my heart

What is Christmas?

The christmas is the more beautiful, I love Christmas

Winter is one of my favorite seasons of the year.

I like to spend Christmas with my grandparents and uncle in Puebla, as nice.

Although I am already teenager I receive many gifts.

Papá Noe

Why I can not let go? Why do I keep holding on to this feeling stupid? I mean, we're all fucked in their own way and I loved you, no matter what. Still I love you. I'm trying to move on, really. It seems that you forgot about the little things that got through. Perhaps meant nothing to you, but to me it seemed real.

Why can not love the right people? What's wrong with us, that we hasten to situations that are clearly unsuitable, which will hurt ourselves and others? Why are we given emotions we can not control and which move in exact contradiction to what you really want? We are walking conflicts, internal strife in the legs.

I'm nothing special, that's for sure. I am an ordinary woman with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and for me this has always been enough ..

It is very easy to judge, curse and criticize. It's very easy to say that everything will be fine when you're standing in place.

It's stupidly easy to be happy, as it is being incredibly miserable. I want to be good and do not need anybody, but how not even be okay if I do I have? I want so much knowing that I can not have everything. Living, smiling again. Check back and say how nice it was. I long with all my being, and I control it yet, the day that the pain, the emptiness, fragility and fear dissipate. Truly wish me and think 'what a beautiful face you bring today', singing sweet melodies and make love as he used to. I got tired of being shipwrecked, but I'm choking to the point of not walking out of that bank. Cursed ocean of doubts, insecurities, my demons buried. Will surfaced to devour everything and dance with them that are of death in the background? My raft, where are you?

Alcohol as a means of consolation.

Not me, are all words that I keep on the look.

Seduced by the fullness of the wrong person.

He did not know but was becoming the reason for your smile, although she was afraid, afraid to fall in love .. But took a chance, she realized that she longed, longed to be with the one day, and there was no going back ... Maybe that would bring some happiness, some crazy, some illusion, some love.