37 días sin cortarme… Record dentro de los últimos 2 años. Y me puse a escribir sobre esto por que tengo el deseo desesperado de cortarme en este mismo momento, así que estoy intentando distraerme. Claro que hablar de eso no hace que me distraiga…
Anyway…
Why do I want to do it? Because today, finally, I came to the conclusion that my golden dream of becoming a singer is totally absurd. It has been evident since ever. But for some obvious reasons I didn’t want to believe it. I love singing with my life. It’s what I enjoy the most. But let’s face it… I’m not nearly as good as… I don’t know… Selena Gómez (and she’s not very good actually). So why bother…? I might sound good sometimes, but that doesn’t mean that I have what it takes to own a stage, or even a microphone. Fuck my life.
And my best friend is leaving in June…
And my parents are getting divorced…
