Sometimes

Sometimes I fall, then I can get up. sometimes I cry but to return to laugh again. Sometimes I dream, I tremble, hate, love ... sometimes die. Sometimes I would disappear for a moment to see from outside my problems and find solutions more easily and do not make me suffer this way because the person may seem stronger, actually I am the weakest. of the kind of people that fall and do not know when it will rise again, and this time, is still very difficult to want to continue suffering when everything, no matter how you try, goes wrong. Be positive may be the biggest challenge in these circumstances, when you want to be happy, and do not remember the last day you spent not mourn. I hope to be just the same as always. the ironic, the girl who never stops making jokes, the most beautiful smile of mcdonalds, which has the face of anger, happiness insatiable fighter. That laughs and cries at the same time. Which hate and whom they love. that makes flowers with paper towels and gives smiles. The dreamer of one day write her name in the history of journalism. The friend of her friends. The usual maria