Weekend, long story short

Viernes

• Danza.
• Almuerzo en costanera.
• Office.
• Banco a depositar in my international account!!!!!!!!!!!!11!eleven (excited much? yes)
• RP
• no recuerdo

Sábado

• dormir TODA la mañana.
• shopping con mami. Ropa de bebés y vestidos nuevos? Check.
• procrastinate.
• drink 'til I'm sick.

Domingo

• visitar a mami
• zombie walk
• procrastinate.
• RP
• acá estoy.

Que vida interesante tiene uno cuando consigue trabajo. Actually, sí es interesante porque no hago nada y me la paso leyendo fanfiction.

He and I had something beautiful.

Set me free, why don't you baby? Get off my life, why don't you baby?
'Cause you don't really love me, but you keep me hangin' on.


Why do you keep coming around, playing with my heart?
Why don't you get out of my life, and let me make a new start?
Let me get over you, the way you've gotten over me.

I've been dreaming about my ex three nights in a row. Three.
This is not right.

They walk with my heart, and I'll never let them go.


NOT GONE.

Ayer me estaba quejando de que me estaba pareciendo al personaje de Cameron Díaz en The Holiday porque no podía llorar, y ahora recordé en que época del año estamos y no puedo parar de llorar.
4 years. I miss you so much.

Estar bajo el efecto de medicamentos es completamente peor que estar bajo el efecto del alcohol. Aguien que me frene, no debo hablar.

Si hay una cosa que odio mucho de mi personalidad, es que siempre intento hacer a las personas felices sin importar mi propia felicidad, y cuando finalmente me pongo a pensar en lo que yo quiero, termino lastimando a las personas. Nunca es una win-win situation para mi.
Si bien estos últimos meses los estuve viviendo al aire (bah, más que últimos meses todo el 2010 entero) no puedo dejar de sentirme culpable por todas las personas que 'perdí' o quedaron en el camino.
Y ahora lo estoy haciendo de nuevo. No puedo evitar NO pensar en mi. Siempre los demás vienen primero. Lo gracioso es que nunca se dan cuenta que las cosas que hago son por su bien y no por el mío. Pero bueno, el tiempo dirá.

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend.

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.
A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.
A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…

"The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving."
— Elizabeth Gilbert

This is a good sign, having a broken heart.

It means we have tried for something.

Take the pain out of love and then love won't exist.

Everything we had is no longer there.

‘So what? Yes. I have a psychological predilection to become romantically attached to men who are nice to me, due to the fact I was raised by a she-wolf of a mother who practiced emotional terrorism. Does that mean, that if by some miracle, love does come into my life, I should deny it? What kind of person would that make me?’