I will love you as much as I can. (Revised)

This is something that is bothering me, I'll try to make it as good as I can.

You loved me as much as you could,
You didn't promised more than others,
You didn't promise to be with me the rest of your life,
Or ever asked if I loved you back.

You know that it was all I could do,
To love you back and gave you all that was me.

Now you can't love me any more
You dont have to worry my love
I will love you even if I am dead, bad and done.

I'm no poet, but I'm not feeling so good right now, so there you go.

And it's gone.

El día de hoy tuve algunas revelaciones al respecto de mi vida, primero que debo revisar mas seguido la ortografía en mis textos, que quiero mucho a mucha gente y que eso me gusta mucho, y lo siguiente:

A veces es bueno dejar ir las cosas y seguir el flujo de las cosas, el día de hoy me di cuenta que debo dejar ir las fantasías, y alegrarme de lo que tengo, de lo bueno y lo malo, ya que a veces eso malo podría ser peor.
Tengo problemas en las rodillas, tengo salud, no tengo el dinero que quisiera, tengo dinero para sustentar mis vicios y necesidades, he perdido a mucha gente especial, tengo un roomie nuevo, no tengo novia, tengo amigos y amigas.
No tengo todo lo que quiero, pero tengo todo lo que necesito.

Y si, este parece el blog de un adolescente confundido, pero igual expresa lo que pienso y siento, y eso solo me importa a mi y a nadie mas.

Get on with it!

Truth

I found out I had a draft on my blog entitled “Truth”, it has been there since last year, and I wonder, why didn't I finished it, it was empty, it has no meaning.

I know this is more like a “teenage angsty diary” more than a serious blog, but I consider it an escape window to all my anger and my “writer's trauma”. So I basically use it to release some word vomit.

After the proper explanation, I have to keep wondering, why did I started a blog entry with the name “Truth” was I about to spill the beans on how I was feeling in the moment, or was I so miserable I was about to rage-quit life, but before I decided to tell some ugly truths about the people I know.

I seriously ignore it, maybe I was not ready to write it in the moment so I left it only with the title to think of it and rewrite it later, I vaguely remember I had a draft on a word document, but it might has gone missing since I formatted the lap top.

Anyhow, its lost, like the truth I was about to write in that moment of isolation.

But now I think, maybe, just maybe, that was the truth, the emptiness on the draft was all I had to say.

Maybe it was the truth of how I was feeling at the moment, so blank, so unsure about everything, maybe it was so unbearable, I couldn't write anything.

Right now, for me, the “Truth” is a mystery.

Happy birthday. (how...)

It's almost a year since you're gone and there's a ton of thing I’d like to tell you both, how I got promoted, how I deal with life, how I’m not able to continue with a serious relationship, how lovely is my new broken cat, how alone I feel even when I’m surrounded by the people I love and still love me back, how I understood how terrible I hurt you both, how happy I am about you two being happy, how much writing aches and reliefs, how I decided I want to become a comic writer, how afraid I'm about taking this new carrier, but specially how much I miss you in my life.

Instead, the only thing I can say is:

Happy birthday to you both.