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This year I learned that the most important things in life cannot be touched or even seen, they are inside of every single one of us, the more time I spend with my loved one, the more I realise this.
I learned that it doesn't matter how far your are, blood always brings us back together, we are a family and no matter how hard of difficult life gets, together we can do it.
I learned that it's okay not to be happy or look perfect all the time, no one can do that, we all have moments or days where we don't want to do anything or we are too tired or something happened, it's okay, no one is happy all the time.
I learned that if you compare yourself, you'll never be happy, you are unique, there's no one like your and that makes you special, someone out there is going to see that, don't worry about being better than someone else, worry about being yourself.
I learned that the moment you start doing thing for yourself, life will get easier and you'll be happier, people is hard to please, never try to do something to make others like you.
I learned that your friends are not the people you see the most, your real friends are the ones you can count on, no matter how bad the situation is, they are the ones that worry about you and try to help you.
I learned that you cannot force anything, if it's meant to be, it's going to happen, if it doesn't, well you can't do much.
I learned that your decisions should be taken in consideration no matter how bad they are, but with that privilege you have to be able to accept if you were wrong.
I learned that growing doesn't mean that you have to be old and boring, you can still be a kid, you can let your inner kid play around, there are times and places for everything.
I learned to accept critics as long as they make me grow to be better, hater can talk all they want, at the end of the day they are the ones spending their energy in a bad way.
I learned that your taste in anything only concerns to you, one thing is to make recommendations and other really different one is to make others feel bad for what they like.
I learned that respect and equality are a most if you want to be treated the same way, respect is something you win, not something you ask for.
I learned that drinking water or eating healthy does not take away the delicious part of life, you can still eat anything you want, only in moderation.
I learned that you can lead the life you want as long as you fight for it, nothing worth having comes easy, there's no magic, there's no easy way to make life easier, you can fight for what you want or you can wait for something to happen, at the end of the day you have enough power to make your life change, don't be chained to anything and you are more than what people think. You are the driver of your that truck that's your life, you are the one deciding who gets in and who is out, you decide where you are headed.

Can I just say that I'm writing this on the morning Christmas Eve, before we leave to go on a five hour drive to see our grandma?
I've never been so unprepared, I hate this feeling, I left everything last minute and I don't want to leave this hanging and undone, so let's do this with the hope that it's fine and interesting.
Welcome back! It's been a long time since the last time I wrote something like this, almost a month, it's a little bit weird but I missed it, we have a lot to catch on, a lot has happened and changed in the past few weeks.
First, the title, I think I like it more, but who knows how long is going to stay like this, a Week Review is more of like a suitable title. Second, I'm writing this in my desk, that doesn't sounds weird, well, it's filled with candies, calendars, money and games, I haven't been as organized as usual and it's becoming a problem.
Third, last night my best friend came to my house, brought pizza and we watched a movie while she helped me to do candy bags for tomorrow, then my parents came and we all had dinner and chatted away, I enjoyed it a lot, it was fun to relax and do something normal with familiar faces.
Fourth, with the new year coming I have a lot of ideas and not so much time, I don't know how much I'm going to do and how many things are going to turn out the way I want it but we shall give it a try. Fifth, I miss having a work schedule, this type of holiday is really affecting me, I don't do as much, I don't focus on anything and I have a lot of free time that I don't know what to do with, let's hope that next week is better and brighter for me.
Sixth, if it seems like I'm not writing a lot like before, it because I'm not, I don't know how to express myself and it takes me double the time to write something, the fact that I haven't been writing a lot has affect me, I don't know what to write or if I have an idea I don't know how to put it in words, but in this case the only thing I can do is keep trying.
Seventh, I should be packing, I should be preparing for that road trip that includes a toddler, I should be eating healthy, there are many things I should be doing, yet I'm still not doing them, why? I think that my body and my mind organized a strike and now I don't have the energy nor the ability to do anything right now, but I have to come back, I have a huge list of things that are no going to get done by itself.
Eighth, I know I didn't shared my story on social media as I did with the others and there's a reason behind that, I'm still scared of how people are going to react, I'm still terrified of what they might say, so I post them but I never shared them, of course they are there for you to read but I'm still afraid.
Finally, I hope that you enjoyed "12 Stories", it was a month worth of hard work and it wasn't only mine, every person that helped me also had to work hard with me, I know that I said it way to much before but I really am grateful for everything they did and the support to me, I don't what would have been this project without them.
I hope that you had a holy jolly Christmas with your loved ones, have an amazing start of the last week of the month and never stop dreaming.

Waking up after what I did was hard, but I wanted to move on, I wanted to do something for me, I wanted to be better, I didn't wanted anyone to know what had happened the night before, but I didn't knew I had marks all over my face and arms.

Anxiety is one of those things I have let define me, for many years I've struggled trying to understand what it is and how it can affect me, not many people know the story, I never know how to talk about it, I'm too scared of being judged.

Everything started when I was two years old, I have two older cousins, they made tricks on their bicycles, I liked it but I didn't even had a tricycle, one time when I went to their home, I found a really tiny bicycle, after a year of having the idea on my mind, I started using it, I used to go to the rooftop and I went from wall to wall and crashed, I didn't knew how to use the breaks. When I turned four, my parents got me a bicycle, it was also tiny, green and with foam tires, I took the little training wheels out and started to learn properly.
Turning 5, the "Three Wise Men" got my another bicycle only this one was a "cross" type, I was able to do tricks but it was still for kids, that's when I started to go out more to the street, I learned how to jump side walks and little bottles of soda, I had that bicycle for around three years, because I was really little.
When I turned 8, I got a mountain bike which was heavier, so I started to go out more with my cousin and he took me to road trips to "Tres Marias". I didn't used any bicycle for around four years. When I turned 12 I started to build my own "BMX" bike, I began to make friends but no one really liked to use a bicycle so I had to learn how to skate, later I found a friend that had the same interests as me, we started to jump 30 cm, 40 cm, up to more than one meter, and we started to go to bowls.
That bicycle was built from old pieces, I bought a rusty frame, the wheels were pretty basic, one day when we were jumping the frame broke, I cried, I was fifteen, about to get into high school when that happened.
In high school I had more money so I bought things with better quality, I used my bike for everything, to get from my house to school, to work and all my way back, when I started my second year I started to miss classes and go out with my friends, I started to fail and I stayed there for a long time, the only thing I had was my bike.
I became a good biker when the accident occurred, it was a Tuesday, I went out on the morning to a park named "Huayamilpas", in that park there are ramps and bowls, I jumped outside the bowl when a guy in a skateboard passed, I thought I was going to hit him in the neck with the star of the bicycle, I leaned myself backwards to fall with my back. I still fell on him but the moment I hit the ground, the bicycle bounced and catch my leg, it hurt so bad, I couldn't even walk, I was by myself when it happened, I didn't know anyone, I got up using all of my strength and got home.
I was disabled for over a year, I didn't grabbed any bicycle for about year and a half, I still have that bike, but it has a cricked rim and it's a little rusty, I even took the chain off.
Weren't you afraid after that?
Not afraid, I was sad, I still have a sensitive knee, I can't do the same I used to do and if I do it I have to be more careful, not like before when I could fall and get up. I was depressed after that, I didn't had my bike, I wasn't able to do anything, I stopped playing football, I stopped doing a lot of activities, until two years ago.
I was working near "Interlomas" when they started realising the famous "Fixie" bikes, I passed a store where they sold them, they had one with a black frame, a green and a white rim, the first time I asked for the price it was $5500 so I left, after a month I passed again and they told me that now it was $4500. After two months I went again and they told that now it was $3000 and I was very tempted to buy it, but before I left the store, the sales assistant told me that it was now on sale, my eyes shined again with that, I bought it, I tried to adjust it with what I knew because the girl that sold it to me didn't knew anything, she just wanted to sell.
I went to Wal-Mart to get a chain, but I still had to get to work, so I left it outside, when I got out of work, I stared at it and though "Now I have it, how am I going to get home?"
I never travelled long distances, "BMX" are not designed for that, they are really small and now I had to go from work to my home (Over 20 km). I didn't knew what to do, the breaks didn't worked, I didn't knew if the tires were right, the chain was loose, I remembered about a route that could take me home but it was the worst decision I could ever made, I didn't had breaks and I was going downhill, as I never had a bike like that, there were a lot of things that I didn't knew about it, I had to stop backwards, it's taller, I was having less control, it was really different.
On the route there were open sewers, that's what I remembered the most, those bikes are not for jumping, and everyone was looking me like I was a weirdo, before I reached the sewer I pulled up the bike. It took me about 3 1/2 hours to get home instead of one.
When I got home I was all sweaty, but from there it started something new, I started to make trips to "Cuernavaca", "Toluca", "Teotihuacan" with a group of friends, we always make them big, like 10 or 15 of us to go out on the freeway,
The last trip was planned by a friend, when I asked how many were going he told me that we were going to be like 20 of us, weeks passed by and the day arrived, I met him on the subway station, first problem we had, we weren't allowed to get in with our bikes, we went to pick our friend up to another station that had the same problem, when we got to the meeting point I found out that the only people that were going were the three of us.
It was a really long trip to "Teotihuacan", we usually make about two hours, this time it took us four to get there, we had a lot of problems, first one of my friend's chain broke, then mine, the one of his tire's broke, then mine. Before we got to the toll booth, I got a flat tire but my friends didn't heard me, so I had to walk about two km with my bike. We got there, ate and headed back, we didn't wanted to head back but we had no money left.
On our way back we were going really fast on a downhill, when we all lost our brakes and a massive truck stopped in front of us, one of my friends was able to avoid it, I was able to stopped and crash, my other friend wasn't so lucky and he had to try and stop by putting his feet down, he burned the sole of his shoes and his bike broke.

The bike that has taken me to those places is the same bike that I didn't knew how to get home, has been and will be the love of my life, I still plan to do "BMX" but I don't know with my knee, I don't know if it works the same way. If I have the opportunity, I'll to make a special road for cyclists. I plan to have a mechanic workshop for bikes because I love them that much.

Ever since I was a little kid, I'd liked Korean culture, when I was about 10 years old I watched a "Dorama", at first I thought it was Japanese so I started to research the culture and even learn the language, but when I went to search the program I found that it was a Korean "dorama, so I left everything I learned of Japan and started searching for Korean classes.
At first I was self-taught, I searched on the internet for the alphabet but everything was in English which I didn't understood that well, I learned some words but I didn't knew how to pronounce them.
One day while walking through the street I saw a poster of Korean classes, at first what caught my attention was that the poster had the picture of the dorama I first watched, the one that made me want to learn Korean, I called and met my soon to be teacher on his apartment.
I formally started my courses when I was 14, I was always the youngest one and the only male in the class, I met a lot of friends in that group, two of them had to leave the course after a few classes. I got into an intermediate level when I changed high schools, with this I didn't had time to go to any of my classes.
I was still hanging out with one of the girls that dropped out, she told me that through her job, she had the opportunity to meet a Korean sir that could teach us because he spoke Spanish really well, she invited me to take the classes with her along with another friend that was in those classes too.
He invited us to the guesthouse where he was living, they had a yard that was empty on the weekends and was available for us to study, he noticed right away that I had a different level than my friends so he asked me to teach them until all of us were on the same level.
One day my friend, the one that got us in, missed class, our teacher and the owner of the house invited us to eat some of their traditional food, we had a good time and promised that the next time we were going to take Mexican food for them to try.
The next weekend I was running late to class when my friend text me that neither the teacher, nor she were going to go to class, once I got there I found my other friend with two very attractive guys, the first thing on my mind was "Lord, pinch me, I must be dreaming", both of them were really nice with me, they even hugged me, they wanted to learn Spanish, so we made a deal, we were going to teach them and they were going to teach us. We ate together and started learning.
They asked me to meet them on Thursday, that was the day I had more free time, they wanted to go out and eat, but they never invited my friend. When i arrived on Thursday I ran into my teacher that didn't talked to me, we studied a little bit and went to eat, we had a good time and they asked me to meet them every weekend.
The next weekend when I met them, my teacher and the boys were exchanging dirty looks and I got a really bad vibe of the whole situation, I talked with my friend and she told me that our teacher was upset because he was the one that took us there, she told me to meet them there on Sunday.
Sunday came and I found out that the boys were moving out of that place, my teacher was upset because I was talking with them, my friends were mad because they felt left out and by the end I was told to never come back there. When I left, I remember that the "Feria de las Culturas Amigas" had started so I went to see the stand that Korea had, I found the boys in there and they gave me their new address.
I went to see them every Tuesday and Thursday as I had free time, the classes became more of like friends hanging out, one of the boys moved out of there, and as I changed from semester and had different schedules I started to see one of the boys every morning, we ate together, watched movies and studied. He had really strange attitudes with me, I didn't wanted to feel in love, ever since the beginning I denied my homosexuality, because I didn't wanted them to get the wrong impression.
After a year he told me he was going back to Korea, he started to act distant and weird on the phone but when we were together he was lovely like always. Before he left he introduced me some other people that needed help with their Spanish and as my Korean had improved by spending time with them I said yes. I lost communication with him when I lost my cell phone, he called me brother, I learned a lot from him, from his culture, I learned that if you follow your dreams, you can do whatever you want.
My story hasn't finished and it won't finish in a long time but I think that there's a part were your past collides with your present, in my case was me studying Korean since I was a little kid by myself for the love I had to the culture that got me the opportunity this many people .
If you do what you love and love what you do, you can go very far, you are your only limit, thanks to my teachers and everyone that I ever me, I have learned to love my culture, my language and every one that's around me.

At the beginning of the month I said that I was having very emotional days and I didn't even knew why, well this past week and half I haven't been feeling myself.
I haven't talked about this with anyone, so if you are someone close to me please don't feel left out or anything, it wasn't on purpose, it's just that I don't know how to talk about this and not feel fragile or dumb, I'm still working on things like this, I'm learning.
I have been under pressure the past month, December in this household means a lot of work for two weeks, a break, work and a break before going fully back to our regular routine in January, I know that sometimes it may seem like I'm over reacting, one of my friends told me that we all are but that doesn't mean we can't have free time, which I think it's true, but to add to all of that I also haven't been feeling myself.
If you have been through this, you know how easy is to say "I'll feel better with a nap", "I'm tired", when in reality the problem is bigger and we are just trying to hide it, it's not that I don't feel like doing anything is just that I don't feel like myself.
For the past two weeks I've been on and off everything, I even skipped days from school, I even stayed in bed one day, that hasn't happened in a long time and it's easy for me to lie and say that everything is going to be okay, it's just one bad day, I'm just tired. But I'm not, I haven't been sleeping well, I haven't been doing much, I barely left the house this past two weeks.
Today I talked with my therapist because I decided that this was not normal and that talking with someone was probably going to help, surely enough I was right and after being on the phone for about an hour I discovered what was going on, I start new projects and new things all the time and I put myself into a lot of pressure that at some point it's going to make me explode.
I haven't been doing the things I love doing, I haven't been reading, I haven't been listening to music, I haven't even been updating my agendas, if you hear it like that, it sounds crazy because not everyone think of those activities as relaxing, but those things have been on my daily schedule for months and leaving them hanging and leading a life without them made me feel bad and disorganised.
My life has been a mess this month, I can blame my lack of time, when in reality it's just that as I was a mess, everything around me was the same.
I'm not taking days off because I think that at this point this is going to put me in a worst place, what I'm doing is actually taking breaks, doing what I love and go back to a routine. With the pressure there are a few things that I can do but most of them have to do with managing more efficiently my time. We'll see how it works now that I'm also going on holiday.
I wanted to share this for two reasons, one being writing has been my way of taking of my system and number two because as much as I sometime things like this to stay private, I also want people that are going through similar stuff to not feel alone, I want them to know that not everyone is perfect and that asking for help is fine and you shouldn't be judged for that.
Sleep tight and never stop dreaming.

He says he’s ok
I've seen him sad
I've seen him happy
he's gonna be ok
but I wonder if he is gonna be able to love one more time
Once with the heart broken
though all the light was stolen
a spark, all he needs cuz he's loving again
loving like he have never been hurt
I can say his heart gets no sleep
His heart is a jungle
to many times in and out of troubles
he lives and die into the city lights
I believe he's ready to dive into the colors
I can say his heart gets no sleep
I know he will be just fine
I know he's alright
the straight line is not his style
once down he will rise
like the phoenix coming flying, coming alive and hard
Once with the heart broken
though all the light was stolen
a spark, all he needs cuz he's loving again
loving like he have never been hurt
I can say his heart gets no sleep
He's a diamond but he doesn’t know
so united
without secrets and proud
able to smash the silence
I know he can take it all
I can say his heart gets no sleep
I know he will be just fine
Love the way he comes back
amazed by the way he flies
he's coming back, so fresh, high and hard.

The same routine, wake up, shower, get ready and head out, this is my life, the life I like to think I lead, when in reality others love to boss me around. Hello, it's not necessary that you know my name, no one really needs to need to know the real me.
For many years I've worked on this mask, the perfect girl, no one will really doubt about her, it's the kind of girl that every boy wants to get into their bed and every parent loves and wants to marry his children, from the exterior no one will ever question this girl, but she has secrets that go deeper than they seem.
Why I do this? Every time the same question, it seems like every person that gets close to me needs that answer, why you may ask, why not? It's always my answer, I like to think that before this I had a heart, a pure and lovable one, everything changed many years ago, but that's in the past, no one remembers him, no one knew him but me.
His hair, his smile, he was the boy every girl wanted to lose her virginity with, he was never like that, he didn't flirt around, he was too caring to do that, maybe that's the reason no one remembers him.
Maybe he saw something in me, maybe he knew something I didn't, maybe he knew about the masks before anyone else, no one is able to understand what this meant, what his words meant, he wasn't like any other, he saw deep into your eyes and through your soul, he knew who you were just by looking into your eyes.
He was nothing and everything, everyone noticed him but no one really knew him as much as he knew everyone of us, he always knew the rights words to say in every situation, he was never worried, he was free because he didn't owe anything to anyone.
I like to think that he changed me, the way I was, he saw potential and made me explode it with him, he never asked for anything and even when I left without giving explanations, he never stopped caring about me, he called this feeling love, I never said it like that, but I think he knew what my words meant.
After that night, I never thought that the kiss he gave me was going to be last, I never said goodbye, his memory haunts me, even in the most beautiful summer nights, I don't remember his voice but I kept the important things inside my heart, the lessons, the beautiful moments by his side.
No one needs to know about him, he's gone and his memory stayed in the hearts of the ones he touched, I want to make him proud, maybe that's why I do it, I don't care about people any more, the only one I ever cared about is gone.

It was an unusual day, non like any other, I woke up after one of those nights were bad thoughts haunted me, it's time to get up, thinking of her always made my fears and problems fade away, I felt alive with her in my life.
The same old routine, send her a message, have breakfast, get ready and go to school to see her, nothing really changed, but something about this day seem different, I was going to see her in other place.
Mid-day, 12-o'clock, the same hour, the same path every day, my way to school just to see her, she had something special on her, something that kept me calm but drove me crazy at the same time.
Bus, subway, always the same, the journey seemed even longer this time, I just wanted to be with her, late, as always, she was already there, waiting, looking for me, as the doors opened and she saw me get out, a smile slipped through her lips, she hugged me and told me "Late, as always little man", she wanted to be mad.
We went the last part together, it was late but we wanted to take our time and walk, we talked, I love her smile, when the wind blew around us, the leaves in front of us flew making an image that I will never forget, those red leaves, that fall afternoon.
The end of the park was near, my thoughts took me to other place, I came back when I felt something holding me, a hand, her hand, she seem taller, standing on the edge of the street, she wanted to kiss me, I wanted her to kiss me and even though it was a chilly outside, inside I felt warm, we stood there for what it felt like an eternity.

I don't know what has happened in the past few days that I haven't been feeling inspired enough to write and I really have a lot to talk about, I don't know how to put it with words and that it makes sense.

Life can be hard and you will find a lot of obstacles on it but after all to see the light you have to be in the darkness.
Too often we underestimate the impact and the power of truth, the capacity to change our worlds and minds, the power of a smile, a kind word on a hard day, a listening ear, an honest compliment.
The VIRTUS VITA is understand that we are able to make a difference, to impact ourselves, maybe others to make a positive change.
VIRTUS VITA is understand that we can shake our world to be better, to make creative collisions for a positive change.

I've spent most of my weekend on a car, listening to relaxing songs while thinking of my life, I don't know if this has something to do with the end of the year or maybe my friends, I don't know but I like it.

Everything started about 4 years ago, when an order came into my clothing store, at that time, I used to search the people that bough on my store on Facebook with the e-mail they put in, it was an order from USA, I added her just like I did with everyone else, a few days later she accepted.
One day when I was bored I decided to send her a message, I wanted to say hi, we started to talk, with time we became friends, she started flirting with me, even though she knew I had a girlfriend, I never paid attention, I didn't wanted to pay attention, she lived in another country and I didn't knew how to have a long-distance relationship. There were times when we talked for hours on end and other times we didn't spoke to each other.
We stayed like that for almost three years before I broke up with my girlfriend, it seem like everything was working out for us, I had the opportunity to travel abroad to see her and I was no longer in a relationship, so I bought my plane ticket and went to meet her.

My heart open
darkness was stolen
had to blink twice
wasn’t able to believe it
My mind on the clouds
this hope and happiness invading me are too loud
wishing me good luck all the time
Been 2 years since I can breathe with a smile
with happiness and success I filled the dark
fresh air and material for my ideas is all I need
Memories are making me smile again
had to do it all over again
thanked to U cuz I learned to be dancing in the rain
Really don’t know how
it feels right
I relived and breathed
Suddenly my world started to shine again
suddenly my world started to answer me again

I'm a good artist but I still consider myself an amateur, people have always pushed me to do it, everyone that sees what I'm painting tells me that I'm good, but I don't think that it's true, not yet.
Everything started with my dad, he is a frustrated artist, I used to watch his drawings and paintings and asked to myself how was he able to do it, at that time I didn't knew what drawing or art meant, I only watched him paint, that's when he told me that you only needed to imagine something and put it on paper and it sounded really easy, but it wasn't.
It took me years to be able to do it, because it takes a lot of hard work to get to do it, one day I decided to practice, I started copying the drawings that I liked from him and made them as similar as possible.
With time I started to search new techniques to make better drawings and be faster than him. I remember that I used to look for geometric figures on everything. From there I was the kid that knew how to draw and the one being asked to help others with their drawings for free, I was ten, I remember having a competition with one of friends, I won, we had to draw a centaur, the one that I did was better and I finished first.
I really love reading and I used to draw what I imagined was going on in the book, it has been a long time since I've done it, I never had a place to draw, I just did them and either threw them away or lost them. I also started modelling clay, I made little figures, something I haven't done in a while and that I need classes.
Later I realized that my drawings where only of women and up to date I think that I can draw better women than men, that's when I met him, it was an accident, I remember that I was at that park, sad for other reasons, that guy passed by, saw me crying and told me that life was too short to cry and my first though was that what he said was a song, but he made me laugh and he was happy with that. After a few hours of talking with him, I told him what I did, he told me it was good that he did the same but with his feet.

Hello, it's me, your normal host with a craving for writing and sharing her emotional stories, I haven't been writing my own words and I miss it, I miss sharing what happens on my day to day life, those stories that either make me cry or laugh a little bit.
First, I feel a little bit exposed now that my secret project is out there, I think that as I kept it as a secret for so long it became part of me and sharing it has been tough but I feel goo for what's to come. Secondly, I been really reflecting and thinking of where is my life right now and all of the things I've been through, every morning while I walk to the bus stop I think about the amazing friends I have and how lucky I am to be living the life I have, my family and friends support me a lot through those crazy ideas I have.
Thirdly, my dentist got me think of my performance in every aspect of my life, he really gets me to talk while we wait for the anaesthesia to kick in, I've been slacking in a lot of things, it may not seem like it but I really have been quite lazy. "Fourthly", the end of the semester is close and if this semester ends, it means that my time in university is starting to come to an end and I don't want that yet, but I guess I still have almost two years to figure my life out.
"Fifthly", on the subject of my life career wise, the other day I was talking with a friend, getting his opinions of the whole (Have you noticed that I sometimes forget to put the w at the beginning of whole?) desing and he told me he really liked my vision on those kind of things and he is not the first to ever say that, I don't think I ever mentioned it properly but I really do know my way around design, my dad convinced me to take courses since I was a little kid and I quite like it, the problem is that I don't really know if I like it as a career.
"Sixthly", I gave up with my Christmas shopping, my parents are the only ones that deserve something and they are the hardest to buy things for, I gave up and I decided to buy little things that make me remember them and they liked the idea. "Seventhly", my mum left both my dad and myself hanging, we don't know anything about our holidays this year, she is keeping it as a secret, she is big on surprises, I really don't know what to expect.
"Eighthly", I realised why I feel so comfortable with my crush, he is the same as my best friend and I didn't noticed (They even have the same hair cut) and I freaked out a little bit, maybe that's why I haven't been looking out for him in the past few weeks, maybe in my mind I missed my best friend and found him, who knows?
Finally, before this becomes even more ridiculous, I've been really emotional lately, I blame it on my uncontrollable hormones but maybe it's the stress kicking in and making me all teary for the silliest things, like when my mum eat my cheese and I cried a little bit, that's why I wanted to write this, I wanted to put my thoughts out there for you to laugh a little bit. I'll try to do it more during this days.
Have a lovely night, sleep tight and I hope you like tomorrow's story (the author is my best friend)

Hello December!

About two months ago my best friend left me hanging on our date because and I quote "It was too early and he wasn't feeling right" that day I was pissed so I went to my favourite coffee shop to try and get some of my work done, I was trying to plan something amazing to bring you for December and Christmas, my first idea was 12 days 'till Christmas which is a well-known tradition in the internet world, but I wanted to do something different, I wanted to give stories that you could read before going to bed on a winter night.
At first I wanted to do all of them by myself, but when I first started trying to brainstorm ideas I realised how crazy it was going to be for me to write 12 different stories that brought you happiness or hope.
But as I was calming myself down on that coffee shop, I wrote on my computer "I love this city because everyone has a story to tell" and it hit me, everyone had a story that they wanted to share but didn't knew how or where, I talked with one of my friends and he was into it, he wanted to participate, the idea was amazing.
From that 19th of October I started to work on the concept and the planning of this amazing project, I knew how much work it meant but I was more than excited to do it, I wanted to share a little bit of my friends with you and this was the perfect chance to do that.
I'm so glad I did this because number one I learned a lot of the whole experience and not only in a professional way with all the planning that it needed but also with the stories that people told me, I never realised how much more it was going behind the life I saw they had, it changed my perspective of everything and number two I learned about my limits and the way I worked, I'm sad to say that for about two weeks I avoided the idea of having to work on this and I lost way too much time, but once I got into it again I discovered my working limits. It was an amazing experience.
I can make you a list of all the people that helped me get through this and not give up but the one that deserves the most recognition is my best friend, she was amazing through this whole experiment/experience/project, I can not thank enough her support and also everyone else that was into the idea and even the ones that said no at some point, everyone deserves at least a thank you.
Some people said no and I completely understood them, I was getting into a really personal part of their life, I could never get mad at them for not sharing their personal life on the internet when I asked them to, but that doesn't meant they didn't believe in the project or discouraged me at any moment, they  always showed their support too.
Every story has it's own life lesson and everyone is really different from each other and that's why I love the most about this, that shows how similar we can look from the outside but how different we really are and how different we handle ourselves on the inside. Not every one is from a different author but every single one was written based on an experience.
Every other day you'll get a different story until the 25th of December, hope you like this as much as me.