Musiquita motivante.

I'm running out of breath,

but I, oh, I got stamina.

Running while I close my eyes,

but I got stamina.

I'm seeing another mountaing to climb,

but I got stamina.

Don't give up,

I won't give up. 

I'm free to be the greatest,

I'm alive.

Good damn piece of anxiety

El estrés me está royendo, todo lo que quiero es arrancarme las uñas y romperme la piel y arañarme la cara. Me comería mi propio peso en zanahorias crudas o patatas con sal o cualquier cosa comestible, cualquier cosa menos lo que sea que mantiene mis párpados inexorablemente pegados a las cuencas de los ojos mientras las retinas se me secan mirando al techo por las noches y solo quiero llorar y gritar y comer y vomitar, estoy muy estresada y agobiada y de un humor de perros y encima tenéis a bien recordarme que no hay quien me aguante, pues oc, ¡nadie os pide que me aguantéis!

Nonsense

I'd rather die myself than let you be on your own.

There's a time to be selfish and mine's up.

I guess I hate games. Not only because I'm very bad at loosing but also bad at winning. I'm so competitive that it's dangerous for me to participate in any kind of competition, specially for those that only exist in my head. I feel bad at myself if I loose, which tends not to happen frequently, and bad at other for loosing. Indeed, I live in a constant conpetition with myself, and that carries a lot of fear, insecurity and stress-- I need to get things together. Specially when I tend to understimate people around me and overstimate myself. That's self-centered and stupid.
I hate being wrong.

Perri

Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

I have died everyday waiting for you
Baby don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years
And I'll love you for a thousand more.

We got it

Viniste a quitar dos de mis tres puntos suspensivos.

Back to reality.

After quite a fantastic weekend, I don't really feel like going back to normal. Not at all.

I got to spend a lot of time with bae. A lot of amazing times that lend me some interesting memories... I somehow recalled that I'm not good at feeling guilty, and whenever it happens, I can't help but cry. A lot. I said something I shouldn't have, and the picture of his sadness about my words and my tears is still making me feel guilty and about to fall apart all over again. In case you're wondering, the answer is no, I can't really let go of small stupid things and I will torture myself forever... or, at least, for a couple of months.

But what I actually wanted to recall are all the hugs, kissing, cuddling and sex from the past three days. We've been in such constant contact that I've missed him within five minutes. It's strange not to be on his warmth.

I'm feeling cheesy. Am I cheesy? probably, but it's just that I suddenly realized that winter's almost over and with every tick-tock from the clock I'm closer to the summer, to going away. Time's quickly sneaking from my hands and though I'm dying to achieve the most desired dream of all my life, I'm also scared af of being alone.

Being without him.

What if it's too much time?