I’m starting to miss you again. Whyyy :( 

No, Julia. Stop yourself. Don’t go back there.

You deserved happiness. So I left.


I can’t delete this blog since I can’t even remember my password (my computer remembers it for me) But I’m “deleting” from my life at least for personal reasons. Sure, I’ll miss it. I mean almost 4 years of my life were written, reblogged, and posted on this blog. It was was good while it lasted though. It’s just at some point you gotta move on with life. And never look back, they say.

It was a pleasure revealing myself to you.

Till next time,


Actually all of that ranting is really secondary to what’s most important in my life right now. On the car ride home my mother told me that the doctors had found out that my dad has Parkinson’s disease. 

If you don’t know what Parkinson’s disease is, think Michael J. Foxx in his forties. Or if you want to get really romantasized about it think Anne Hathaway in the movie Love and Other Drugs. Yup, that image but on my dad. 

I really need to be strong right now. For my family—my mother especially. These are the times I’m thankful for my manhid mode and my inability to cry in times like these. My numbness honestly helps pull me out of what should be an extremely emotional situation and allows me to think clearly. Where should my family go from here? What are the steps we have to do in order to get my dad better? 

Find faith in love and in God, 


A good relationship is when two people accept each other’s past, support each other’s present, and love each other enough to encourage each other’s future. So don’t rush love. Find a partner who encourages you to grow, who won’t cling to you, who will let you go out into the world, and trust that you will come back. This is what true love is all about.
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My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
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In life, you will realize there is a role for everyone you meet. Some will test you, some will use you, some will love you, and some will teach you. But the ones who are truly important are the ones who bring out the best in you. They are the rare and amazing people who remind you why it’s worth it.
Keep dreamin' darlin', you're almost there.