What was it that she needed to do with her life? She did not know, despite the fact that she thought about it and wonder every day. She just couldn’t figure it out.

Was it something she was good at? She was good at many things. Was it something she loved doing? She loved doing many more. She just couldn’t make up her mind.

“Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.” said Dr. Seuss once.

Perhaps counting, perhaps reading or staying home. Perhaps writing, singing or a mix of all.


“What happened to you?… You used to have all these great ideas, now all you seem to do is browse the internet. Maybe that’s why you don’t write anymore”

– Girls


Me siento encrerrada, a veces simplemente quiero llorar y gritar hasta que se me acabe la voz, pero mi encierro hasta eso limita.