One always has room for cake

This world is full of shit people. People who embody shit. People who are just the essence of all that is shit. They live their day to day, just smearing their shit on other people with their words, actions, and inability to be anything other than shit. 

I am done. 

Lies are repulsive. Purposely deceiving someone you consider a friend, family, or you know what? Even a friggin’ stranger is disgusting. I hate lies. I hate fibbing. I do not trust fibbers. This gross behavior will only taint one’s soul. There is nothing beautiful or wonderful about wanting to deceive someone. Do not. If you believe you’re a wonderful liar, you’re probably really not. Do us all a favor and just don’t. 

I want to create. I’ve always loved languages. I love words, writings, and any means of communication.  I’m an avid storyteller!

How do I get my stories on paper? 

How do I begin?

I’ve lived with this self-deprecating attitude for much too long.

Lately, I’ve decided to write as much as I can. 

I’m doing and I am trying, despite Master Yoda’s constant criticism in the back of my mind.

“No. Try not. Do… or do not. There is no try.”

This is all very frustrating. 

Dear stamina, energy, and or will to live,
Why do you insist on only showing up during the evenings and very early mornings?
What did I ever do to you?
I just want to sleep. I don’t want to be this energetic at 2:30 a.m.
I have plans for tomorrow. I’m going to have breakfast! I’ve decided on bacon and maybe something on the side. Maybe fruit. But there will be breakfast and there will be bacon. You are not the boss of me.

I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep at all. I feel like a friggin’ owl. Hoot! Hooooooot! I really need to stop this whole thinking myself into an anxiety attack. No. You are an adult, Melisa. You stop this! You stop it!

Hoy me acuesto llena de rabia por razones fuera de mi control gracias a la dicha de la puta naturaleza. No tengo mis lentes puestos. No veo un culo. Me importa un culo. Si esta mal escrito, se joda. :3

Cows are friggin’ majestic.

I was hardly ever bitten by mosquitoes back at home but since I’ve moved to Ohio, I’m apparently filled with islander goodness. They won’t stop munching on me! ;___;

Que no! I say you stop! You damn bugs! ;__; 

On a lighter note, it’s 70 degrees. I don’t even know what’s happening. It’s nice but it’s summer. WHAT IS THIS?! I slept with a fleece last night. 

I like you, Ohio. I do. You have ducks and cool summers. 

Culo. Carajete. 

Me cago en to’

Al decir esto, me siento un poco mejor.