e i g h t

Eight.

Years.

Of pure happiness.

Of dreams coming true. Of heroes growing up. Of people that we love showing this love.

Making us believe in ourselves.

Saiving lives. Why not?

Thank you for being my heros.

12... 13... 15... It doesn't matter. I love you all.

I love you all the same way.

Unless you, number 7. You are special.


From these eight yeas, two are mine. And I know that a lot more are about to come, cuz I'll never stop loving you guys. Once truth ELF, always an ELF.

I LOVE YOU MY HEROS.

No one

No one will ever love me.

I've already said this in here countless times, but it seems it's never enough.
Everytime I look at the mirror I'm reminded of this.
Everytime I look at other people I'm reminded of this.

So sorry if I say this too much, but... I can't believe this thing can happen to me. It seems so impossible. Like... Really impossible.

And, sometimes when I think about it, things look so scary and... The feeling are back again. The feeling that I'll always be alone.

Like now... I'm 14 days to turn 23 and... Look at me, for fuck's sake!!! Just look at me you'll understand what I mean. Like... Argh.

And each day that goes by, life trows it on my face like "Face it, you're gonna be alone".

That's why I say I'm not so found of being a mother... Cuz... Only if I get to be a single mother or... Adopt. (no, adoption is not an option, you have to be married to do it).

HÁ, MARRIED. C'mon.

So I'm here crying my heart out (not that much) again, thinking how alone my life will be.

I have to stop crying like this and just get used. Like... Your life is gonna be like this, anyway. So... try to make it good tho.

It's hard. But I can try.

It's not like I'm depressed (okay, a lil bit). I'm just realistic.

Just look at me and you'll understand.