Three words define the sensation inside my chest: Come to me. 

It feels warm and quite pleasant~

When Valentine's day is just around the corner and I just can't feel any more depressed, I feel it is necessary to say that I would like to have a nice celebration too, with cheesy films (Valentine's isn't Valentine's without Love actually), tasty food that I would love to cook for him, dumb presents and a really nice night.

How am I supposed to get all that without even confessing first... is a mystery that I'm not sure I will ever solve.

My eyes hurt and I feel physically exhausted but I still wanted to complain before going to bed anyway.

My main problem is that I've always wanted to be a bit of everything. From writer to painter, to psychologist to tarot reader (which is the latest thing I'm trying or trying to try at least), I've been wandering through a lot of dreams and activities that I would really love to do but then I realise I'm not even half as good at them as I'd like to -and there comes the uncertainty, the 'why even try if I know there are more people that are a lot better than me'

BUT

That's why I've got a camera, watercolour papel and tons of pens, markers and brushes, several notepads and a thousand of pencils, to keep trying until I find something I enjoy doing even if I'm not the best at. (Which sounds totally not like the first 'paragraph' but I forgot what the point of this entry was and also the song I'm listening to now is not really emo as the one from the title was)

if god has a masterplan that only he understands, I hope it's your eyes he's seeing throoooooough ♪