Bienvenidos a mi mundo

 donde todo es posible súper impredecible
Tu imaginación vuela como dirigible 

Y tu columna vertebral es 100% flexible
Dame tus manos y vamos a tirarnos por un precipicio
Yo sé que yo estoy loca de quicio
Pero tu estas más loco que yo

Y me estas alimentando el vicio
En mi mundo no hay reglas ni leyes

Aquí está todo bajo control
Imagínate que la luna se quedo dormida y al otro día no salió el sol

Do you ever felt like crying but forcing yourself not to because you wanna seem strong?

Do you ever felt like shouting but it seemed nobody would hear you?

Do you ever felt like doing something but deciding not to because of what people would say?

Do you ever felt like crap but pretending you're ok?

You know what? FUCK THEM, BE YOU.

Some stories open the door for something more. And then there are fairytale endings where the girl gets her prince. And endings that turn you introspective about your own life and your place in the world. And then there's the ending that you saw coming a mile away, and yet somehow still takes you by surprise. But don't worry, my Upper East Side friends. This story isn't ening. We're just at the start of a brand new chapter

I'm a cold person, I can't stand unfair things, I like revenge. So what? I can be the most supportive friend you'll ever be able to find.

I feel a little like Alice in Wonderland.

Lucky me. Happy Mother's day.