I get the most emotional

when I come home in the morning to my sister.

I walk into the room, and when she hears me open the door she reaches for me and pats the bed, signaling for me to lie down next to her. (This usually only happens on weekends, because that's the only time that she's at our house.) So I get into bed, and she hugs me tighter each time this happens. I realize then just how much I miss her. This is when the tears silently roll down my cheeks.

She'll be thirteen years old this coming Wednesday. I've watched her grow and mature from the day she was born, to the first time I taught her how to walk, to her Cheetah Girls phase and to the day she was elected for student council. I'm really proud of the girl that she has become.

Like I said, she's turning thirteen this week, and it scares me. From the moment I started high school to this very point in time, I have had the best and the worst times of my life. I know that she'll be exposed to great and terrible things, and I can't do anything to stop it. Maybe I'm just worried because I got a pretty bad hand of cards growing up, and I don't want her to go through the same experiences I did.

I guess all I can do is love her and hope for the best - 'cause that's what she deserves.

I am thankful

for yet another year
with friends
family
sustenance
shelter
highs
lows
and everything in between.

It's good to be back.

I've missed staying up and procrastinating with homework by writing blogs. I've missed having a reason to listen to Chopin and Mozart in order to get my mind in the zone. I've missed trying not to doze off during films in class.

It was nice getting paid to do nothing for a year, but I'm overjoyed to be in school again.




Three hours later...
Fuck you, Plato!

Okay, I'm being bitter. I didn't mean that. I just have the worst case of writer's block. Your allegory is just too amazing for me to even comment on. I'm sorry. Please grace me with your philosophical powers so I can kick ass in class. Thanks.

Life

is extraordinary.

I need to focus and get back to reality, though.

Good morning.

"Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera."

I'm finally here.

I'm the happiest that I can be...





































and yet I feel like I don't deserve it.