El blog de Débora#

TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture -- a pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold, and so by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever. Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madme

música que te hace bien· Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away. Someday yet, he'll begin his life again, life again, life again..    (Even flow -  Pearl Jam)

It's time to say that I'm getting over him slowly, slowly as usual. Six months has passed  and I still haven't heard from him. And that's ok because he shows that he learned how to forget me. In my case I'm trying to do my best everyday. In fact, I used to not knowing about him, how he is, how is his life. As the time goes by, everyday I believe less in love. I don't know if the true love exists.  Today I was thinking how could be my life in 3 years time... will I find someone who makes me feel alright ? My life is full of  'I don't know', perhaps... Love always forgets me, and I'm used to. I'm starting to not believe in that. It's cruel but.. I 'd just suffered a lot, and I'm not prepared to fall in love again and be ruined. No more. They knew how to brake my heart, my body ached, I couldn't stop crying that's what I remember of love. That's so frustrating and I'd have liked to have a good relationship, some

Si, definitivamente todos tenemos metas, objetivos y misiones en esta vida. Esas que vas pensando en el colectivo, las que hacen sacar esa voluntad que tenes como ser humano, todos los días de tu vida, y seguir luchando... Siempre pienso que "nada es fácil" . Hay momentos en la vida en los que uno debería estar conforme con lo que logra, y sin embargo siempre hay algo, creo que es cuando la voluntad esta atravesada por la ambición.  Y se siente como que nunca es suficiente. No sé si seré a la única persona a la que le pasa; ojalá que no. Hoy pensaba esas metas. A ver.. quiero empezar las materias de traductorado ayer pero... ¡No terminé el cbc! Lo que es la desesperación, es mucha y asusta. Quiero ir a ver a Boca pero... no soy socia, entonces, es complicado. Quiero recibirme, quiero trabajar, quiero dar clases de traducción en la facu, quiero ir a Londres, quiero salir, quiero poder pagarme yo sin depender de mis viejos.  Pero no termine el cbc .  Quiero la note