Yes, I am human.
No... I don't give a ******** about what you do.

Have you ever asked yourself if you have a goal in your life? Have you ever asked yourself what are you supposed to do here or there... probably you have and you always will.

Probably you will keep asking yourself constantly...

Was this worth it?

Sometimes sad little things are the sad things that I want. Sometimes, being sad is nothing than being happy. Or sometimes, all we need is the boost that everyone needs. I'm not the kind of friendly person in the world, but we can figure something out.

I feel free thinking about him

Also, I feel free thinking that I no longer have nightmares

Protected and under a warm wing, I am, which I am grateful.

But I ask myself, would I contain myself my secrets? Would I keep quiet… forever?

My heart beats when I sense him behind me

My cheeks turn red when he touches me.

Our encounter is nothing, but a friendly one, why I feel so attached to him?

Our conversations are nothing, but smiles, looks and silence.

Work, exhaustion, questions…

Desire… from my part… I desire him.

But there’s no interest.

He hasn’t shown interest.

Not that I want him to be mine, what if he belongs to someone else and he haven’t told me?

What if… somebody else have his heart?


What if I am too afraid to let him kiss me?

But no… we never have been that close.

Just a friendly encounter, that’s what life promises me from him.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot in the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag though wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this give life to thee.”

I remember that when I was a small child, my room would be decorate with those colored curtains where every morning a smile would wake me up. I remember being the kind of child that I was the only girl and all the love and all the defenses were directed towards me. I remember having friends, but following my father rules, so I didn't disappoint him. I remember doing what he asked me to do. I remember he asking me if I didn't love him anymore because he didn't have any money. And to be honest, that hurt me. I remember being the center of attention because I was the smallest and the only child. But suddenly that was over as soon my enemy was born. A sister that I asked for and then karma decided to ******** it up. A sister that I wished so she could be close to me, but then she ******** it up. I couldn't keep doing this... all I wanted was to cry and submerge myself in my sorrow. Now I'm just a forgotten ghost of the past, trying to remind myself that I can ******** do it.