I miss the misery

There are so many ways of missing someone, and it is different for each person. For example, it is not the same missing a relative and missing a friend. Of course, it’s neither the same to miss a couple.  Sometimes we don’t actually miss the person, we miss the situation or the comfort someone make us feel. 

When you think about people from your past, it is normal to feel nostalgia, and we should not be embarrassed because of that. However, when it is about relationships it’s a weird feeling, like a hole in our stomachs or a sharp knife in our throats.

Important people

Let's talk about friendships. It is something that we all need, at least one friend, because as a videoclip I like says, "one friend can save a life".

To have a friend is sometimes like having a boyfriend or a girlfriend; but sadly most of people forget to endeavour or they just avoid it. When you've got a girl/boyfriend, you always try hard to make that person happy. Why don't we do the same with friends?

Furthermore, I don't know why when someone is lonely people tend to think tat it is for some reason and they isolate this person instead of trying to help so he or her can be happy There are a lot of cases of people who kill themselves because they feel lonely, but no one seems to care about them until they're dead. Maybe this sounds hard, but admit it, because it's true. 

Why is it important to have a friend? Why can it change someone's life? A friend (a true one) is always there. When you have a family problem, when you have a heartbreak, when you're stressed  because of the studies, when you need to talk to someone, when you want to be lied on the floor in silence but in company, and even if you want to travel to New York to eat a hot dog at a park or you have to dig a hole to bury a body, a true friend will be there with you to do all that.

But remember, this unconditional trust and support should be reciprocal, because as I've said, "one friend can save a life". 

Man on the edge

He felt the ledge under his feet, and all we wanted was jump into the void. He could heard people yelling him to do it and other people shouting him the opposite. What should he do? Nobody knew what it was like to be him, to live like he had been living, like he didn't belong to that world. He could feel the pressure of his problems in a side of his head, like if he had a little monster inside his mind trying to escape.

When he moved one step to the left, a foot slipped and he had to grab the knob of the window’s door. In that moment, just for a second, he felt a wind chill and the adrenalin raised the hair of his whole body. He looked down, to the floor, and he could see his own body lying there, deed-less.

Suddenly, his vision blurred. He saw everyone with evil appearance. He kept watching people while they were hitting hard the ground, scratching their skin, like they were trying to go away from the demons that ran through their veins.

He took a second to think about the situation he was in. His life was a mess, his wife left him, he got fired and, eventually, he was alone. Surprisingly, he realized that he didn't want to die; all he wanted was a change in his life to encourage him to live. He decided to look again down to the crowd that was shouting him and he pressed his back against the wall behind him.

Smiling, he was ready to turn around when the building disappeared and he was, by surprise, falling to the floor. He could feel his body cutting the air while he was going down and a shriek came out from his throat and shook his body. That was finally going to be the end of the man, despite the decision he made about not jumping off the building. He opened his eyes and decided to face the death with bravery, but all he saw was the floor being broken by a giant hand coming from the underground.  The hand was green, and the skin covering it seemed to be like snake skin.

He kept falling until he slightly touched the floor again, with his eyes closed. When he tried to rise from the ground, he felt a whole explosion in his mind and he remembered who he really was: the heir of one of the most important kingdoms of the world. He had been beaten by a foe and lied unconscious. His mind automatically created a way to keep his soul entertained in a side of his brain so the rest could work to heal itself, what meant that the man who was about to jump into the void never existed.

He knelt, hold his head with his hands and opened the eyes. He was in a room with a big bed and six small windows, anything else was decorating the walls. When someone hit him, he was dealing with the oldest witch known by the world. She tried to convince him to give her half of his kingdom by using a spell, but it didn't work because what she didn't know was that the man was half a wizard due to his father, so he knew how to expel her from his mind.

The prince feared the worst, so he stood up and looked out of the window. He could see fire, people aiming his neighbours with guns and, leading, the witch he talked with days ago. It was the worst war he had ever seen, and he was the only one with enough power to stop it. He turned around and thought “I was going to face my death. I still have to”. Then, he grabbed the knob and opened the door, walking to the streets, ready to fulfil his fate. 

Thoughts

I have a lot to say, because I've been thinking al day about how the world is nowadays. I thought about people who control us. I thought about the war our ancestors provoked and the reasons they had to do it.

I know I'm supposed to write my opinion, short stories and other creative things, but this video express my thoughts better than I could. 

Fairy Tale

Sometimes I feel like my mind is far away from here. I like to think that I'm in other world, where everything that I have imagined is real. Are you able to think in a place like that?

In my world, I cannot be hurt by anything, and I can achieve all my goals because I always know what to do. But it's not just that. My world is giant, beautiful and magic, and it is easy to be lost in there. That's why sometimes I'm scared of what our minds can do to ourselves. 

Maybe this sounds good, even funny, but it's not. When you have your won world in your mind, the perfect one, it is worse to be dragged into the real world. Furthermore, it can make you be sad, because you see that everything you dream is not real.

The real problem is that this can encourage you to be better, to work in order to build the world you really want, the one you dream about; but it can also get you down. 

The reason

People say that I'm always so negative with myself, and that it is depressing. What people doesn't know is that if I say the things I say about me is because they're true, not because I want. 

I'm not who I used to be, I've changed so much. I was in a bubble, in my own world, and I didn't realise how much it hurts to the people I love. I didn't until one person came into my life and explode my bubble blowing up my world and I saw how selfish I was. 

Because of this person I decided to be better, so I think I owe an apology and I have to say "thank you" at the same time. I do not talk to him/her like I used to do and he/she won't never read this words (or maybe yes, who knows), but I guess I feel better writing it somewhere. 

Lies

I hate when people make promises they know they wont fulfill. It's easy to say what someone wants to hear but it's unfair, because sometimes people really trust that words. 

One day I said I would't lie to someone I care about, and I haven't done it; so why do I receive lies when I'm honest?