23

I'm 23 years old.

I guess is not that bad. Gotta be happy with what I see when I look in the mirror. And I am.

Cause I see my dreams. Not the ones I had 2 or 3 years ago, but new ones. I see how they've got a shape and even if they're still naive and enthusiastic they're becoming stronger and stronger every day.

I see my soul. There are wounds and scars and questions. I refuse to look for an answer. It won't change my present in any way.

I see alot of work, power and confidence. And for the first time in my life I can see myself clearly. And I know! Life has shown me that if I really fight for what I want, there's nothing and no one brave enough to go against me!

I'll keep any thoughts for that new place I'm going to find, cause I think I'm way to honest and too open and that's gonna ruin me. I'll leave everything, the 8 years that probably made me who I am, so I'm not surprised if someone doesn't like me.

I said it before...

We have the right to live, to dream and to be wrong about people. I'm disappointed but I'm happy I lived like the wind.

I'm used to the nothing and the cold :-).

And maybe next year I'll have a happy birthday.

Cx.