The good place – bad place question

Writing is something terribly therapeutic for me, like having a soul massage. But at the same time, I’m so afraid of doing so… perhaps I’m afraid of not being good enough, of what being “good enough” means for me, of …

Maybe come back?

I’m thinking about restarting this blog. I’m better. I miss writing. I miss blogging. And I miss the community. I also think I have new stuff to write about. I’m not sure. Is anyone following this wordy loophole anymore? Do I want them (you) to?

A series of unexpected events

Hi there! Remember me? Truth is I’ve been thinking long and hard about killing this blog, for good. Too much has happened that I don’t want to talk about in here, and my writing habits have changed a lot in …

Scared to breathe

I’ve become more and more secluded in my own thoughts and my inner reality that I am less and less able to write here, mainly because I used to be open about everything. But I’ve been violated so much by …

A little free writing for the night

Writing doesn’t set you free. Writing ties your thoughts to the world of the concrete. Gives people proof and reason to stab you in the back or right in your face. Nothing good ever came from writing. My happiness depends …

That calendar comes without haste

A little late, as usual, I just wanted to let all my readers and the WP community know how thankful I am for having you. Also, I wanted to send you all my best wishes and I couldn’t think of …

On writing

I hate making new year resolutions. Mainly because I break them. And because I have the world’s fastest changing mind. However, I do want to make a resolution for 2014. I will live up to my own writing expectations. I …

The letter I wrote

Last time I wrote (feels like ages I must admit), I talked about a letter I got from the male procreator. I wrote back. I would not use any kind of messenger so I put it in an envelope, pasted …

Out, getting a life

It’s been 20 days since I moved out and it hasn’t been a single day, moment, or instant I have not loved it. However, the bubble has indeed burst. I just received a saddening little letter from the father, I’ve …

Leaving

  Ok, so time’s almost up. Boxes are packed, truck’s been hired, and I’m moving on Saturday! All these days are going by so quickly because my mind is already moving out. I haven’t finished packing, but I’m on it. I’m …

Moving out, moving forward

Wow, things have been moving along rather fast! More on the rough edge that on the soft one, but still! The mother attacked me last Friday. I was just chillin’ with BF when she came home turned into a maddening …

Past Due

Quitting Mount Olympus has been on my mind. It’s a decision that would definitely break my heart, that might hit me hard, but not doing it it’s also chipping away at me. I love this job so much, that if …

Chronicle of a distrained session

Today I went to see the she-shrink (previously known as N in this blog). I was determined to talking about my meds and why they haven’t changed in the two years I’ve been seeing her. But apparently, that wasn’t enough …

Faithless path

Today’s Independence Day here in Mexico; everybody is out having fun, or sharing the evening with family and friends, partying, celebrating our country, or just finding a legitimate excuse to get wasted; fireworks are nonstop at this point, and no …

I matter, even if I don’t to you

Yesterday I had breakfast with L. We’ve being seen each other most weeks ever since he came back from Europe. Last time we met (two weeks ago, thanks to a dum tantrum I pulled that had much more to do …

Bazzinga!

My last post was written exactly 2 weeks ago, and I hate that. I’m going to work on posting at least once a week. I’ve also noticed that what little I’ve been writing, I’ve been doing so on Sunday evenings. …

I have no words / Undead inside

I don’t know what’s going on with me, I just can’t seem to write.  I’m just filling up this blog with drafts that never seem to be finished. Or I simply don’t start writing them at all, because I don’t …

Life keeps throwing chances at me…

…and I keep throwing them away.   Maybe I’ll never graduate. Maybe I’m supposed to be an ESL elementary school teacher forever. I’m starting to get comfy in my teacher jumper. I’m starting to see myself doing this in the …

How do you go on?

Today was a particular tough day. I had to go to the school I’ve worked in for the past year to quit ’cause I got a better job. I had scheduled today to be the day and only in the …

A snowflake falls in May

I haven’t been doing great since Wednesday. The dad of one of my best friends died on that day, and it has triggered the hell out my daddy issues. I came back from Cabo happy, glad I got to spend …