Hormones -period.

I feel like I've been through this already: a trip around the clock, a shorn corner in thought, a bit of confusion made water and that childish, dramatic pout. Madness? No. Hormones.

Close the file. There is nothing to investigate here. This is going to happen at the beginning of the month. You can expect a letter to Loreena, verses or some nonsense words, battling insomnia or the blank page, it doesn't matter. Something will have to come out anyway. I am the queen of monologue. I am heartbroken.

Beautiful things happen to me, I'm not telling you they don't. They happen when I least expect them. Kitty things happen to me. Meow.

And that's how you plant a flower and then set her free. She needs privacy. It doesn't matter that we are kittens and our innocence is chosen on the Got Talent of purr. She needs to grow up alone.

What about me, do I?

That's why this friend appears and disappears. I'm being eaten by mosquitoes and I hate repellent. I like to sleep. And if I like to sleep, why don't I go to bed early?

I'm thinking that this friend is the closest thing to a friend. A good listener, who understands everything perfectly. With one look, he shows us what we need to see. Plus, he's cool and doesn't have an Android or an iPhone. Just a dreamer.

{I owe you the story of the Yaks, one of these days it will be told. But basically, it's happiness}

Today I thought I was doing wrong. It's funny how we ourselves weave stories of pain. When it all came to light, because it always happens, it turns out that I had done a good and let's leave it at that...

A few hours went by and I heard someone say: if you failed, if it wasn't for you, at least think that you gave it your all and be happy about it. And I said to myself: dammit, everything is so simple, why do I always make such a mess of myself? I understand this love yourself thing and I love me, but I can't come out of me and be that person who caresses me when it hurts inside my lip because I've grown a canker sore. I also can't come out of myself and be that other person who cuddles and says: a ver, no tiembles. No estás sola.