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So today I wanted to writte about the good side of this years friendship, but something happened, a little kitty died, and it may sound stupid for some people, but, I just cried, I loved that kitty, and I love my friend, and even though I am only like 60 miles away, I can't go see her, and hug her, and tell her everything is gonna be ok, and that's killing me. I've been through that pain, the kind that makes you feel that your heart is coming out of your chest, that all this is a nightmare , and that any moment, you are gonna wake up, and everything will be ok, but you don't. And then you can't even cry, cause you ran out of tears.
Actually  there's no much I can say to her, except, I now that felling, and even though, it won't go away, after some time, It  wont hurt that much, and you'll be available to carry on, and remember him, with happiness.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I love you !

Friendship

So, when I started this year I met a lot of cool people, and with time I got a nice group of friends, we had lunch every Friday, and also had the girly Tuesdays, we had so much fun, but it only lasted until the movement begun, after that I was the only girl in the group that was supporting the movement. My friends, they just wanted the classes to start, I made friends with other people inside the movement, and we start talking less and less until we stop talking at all. Then came my birthday, and I wanted to do a little something, and I thought that that may help us get together again, but none of them could make it, and then I got into a little fight with my dad and post a stupid status on fb (oohh! stupid fb, I hate you so much) about it, my so call "friends" took it personal and got mad a at me :/. So instead of the "reconciliation" party that I had planed, I ate cake with my family, and spend the rest of the night with two friends (I know, pathetic, right?) after like a week I decided to talk to them again on MSN, but none of them sounded interest on talking to me back so after a month and a half of trying (yeah I'm stupid, I know, is just, I really appreciate friends), I quit, and since then I haven't talk to them in like 2 months now. And before writing this I just spend half hour, siting in front of my desk, looking at the floor and thinking, about burning bridges ( may the bridges I burn, light my way), and maybe everything turn out to me better. I mean, maybe they weren't my friends after all, may be they were just people, I got along with, and maybe the friends I have now are the ones that would stick until the end.

After all everything happens for a reason, isn't it? 

The point of this post is that I've being disappointed, and hurt, but all that, that doesn't matter because, the friends I have now, I love them and I wouldn't treat them for anything in the world.

Ani, te amiiiii :D

First real post /Primera entrada de verdad

Ok .. When thinking of starting a blog, had in mind to write about my living alone in another city, and going to college.Something happened (not sure why) that stopped me. That was six months ago, was supposed to start college on 14 March but, on March 4, they called me to say that Iy should, or change careers, or look for another university. March 4 was a Friday!, How was I supposed to find a university in a weekend? But I'm so cool that I did :D on March 7 was ready for classes :D

My classes lasted only 3 months, and then the studentmovement started and we take the college. And I have not had classes since then.

That's a little story I wanted to share with you so they would know a little about me: D

Ok.. Cuando pense en comenzar un blog, tenia en mente escribir sobre mi viviendo sola en otra ciudad, y llendo a la universidad. Algo paso (no se que) que me detuvo. Eso fue hace 6 meses, se suponia que empezaba la universidad el 14 de marzo, pero el 4 de marzo me llamaron para decirme que debia, o cambiar de carrera, o buscar otra universidad. El 4 de marzo fue Viernes!!, ¿Como se suponia que encontrara un universidad en un fin de semana? Pero soy tan genial que lo hice :D el 7 de marzo ya estaba lista para las clases:D

Mis clases duraron solo 3 meses, y despues empeso el movimento estudiantil y nos tomamos la universidad. Y no he tenido clases desde entonces.

Esa es una pequeña historia que quise compartir con ustedes para que supieran un poco de mi :D