It's dangerous to be in love, and that's a fact. Why? Because you feel vulnerable, and that's never good. Because you loose all senses: end up becoming a blind person, deaf for all those who try to tell you that truth you can't see anymore, voiceless when trying to defend what you feel ... people can't hear you anymore, or just decided to stop doing it. But why do we have this need of approval for our choices? Who really has the right to criticize?

Stop trying to make everyone happy girl, you never will.

         Start pretending like you just don't care. Eventually, you won't.

This your happy hour, you've earned it! Every single tear was worth it; all those nights you couldn't sleep, torturing yourself. You got it! 

  So enjoy being blind, deaf, voiceless, vulenarble and anything else that can happen, because you are dangerously in love.

 

We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

The new girl in town.

Ayuda.

 Siempre quise tener un blog pero nunca lo entendì, lo dije. Asi que I'm gonna give a try ... again. Ni siquiera se para que lo quiero, probablemente para escribir estupideces de pelìculas con fotos mìas, o una onda diary y escribir todo lo que me va pasando cuando a nadie le importa un carajo, or something like that. ENJOY!