Dear Stranger,

I know is weird that I’m writing you a letter, but I see it a little bit special. There’s a lot of things that you can’t understand, and there’s a lot that I can’t either. Is not that the way that is supposed to be, because we are practically t he same person. I’m just trying to find some explanation. I have change my personality so much, that it bring into the confusion to know what is real or is just an imagination. Life can be rude sometimes, but you know someone who never felt any pain doesn’t really know the pleasure of life.

By pretending to be someone I’m not I’m lost. I laugh everyday, but I’m never happy. When someone is happy you can see it through them eyes…but nobody never look at mine. But is okay, because I don’t want nobody to feel some kind of pity for me, I don’t want that. I don’t want anybody to see my scars. You know what scares me the most, is that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie. Do you see the point? You probably saying why I’m writhing those things, maybe I could just keep them and my mind or something do else. My mind is too heavy, I hold on to so much things that right now I feel I’m about to explode. One of the worst moment in life is probably when you’re in a room full of people and you look around and see them all talking and laughing and all of sudden you feel so sad and lonely that you can even feel a physical pain in your chest because you realize that they all have someone who belongs to them and you don’t, you’re just kind of there.

Am i a bad influence? I don’t know what to think anymore. Sometimes I wish I could saw through people minds. But I’m only human it could never happens. Maybe I would find the answer of my question. I know I should be worried about what people might think or say behind my back. But can I really do that? I keep telling this, is because I just want to find who I am.

After all hope it is the only thing stronger than fear

                                                                                                                                        Dearly, Me.



We all had done some bad things, some things that we not proud of. Some things that we wish we could think twice before we had done it. We keep blaming ourselves for those mistakes, and sometimes those mistake can keep us from moving forwards.

We have to be kind to ourselves  and we have to forgive our past in case to have a beautiful tomorrow. When you forgive, it doesn’t erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future. The past is just a story. God doesn’t make mistakes. Trust it, when someone ends up in your past, they’re there for a reason. Never look back on the past to make a decision, it would distract you from the now.

I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh, but I never knew looking back on the laugh would me cry. The past is inevitable, but suffering because of it is optional.