There are moments in my life that i fear my own rage. I feel like spitting fire and butchering a few heads. That eager consumes me and rots every bit of my beating heart. And the taste of my own ravenous poison is felt only within the walls of my mind.

Ahoy, fellow mates! I foresee tempestuous times on this beach..
The finals are arriving at a galloping speed. But fear not, my friends, it ain't the first time we battle and so far we've never lost a war!

Now some more accurate thoughts about the present..
I've been self-tapping myself on the back to, at such young age, being capable to cut every root of bitterness out of my life. It doesn't make me happy? Kick it out.
It looks so simple said that way, but we both know it's not simple at all. To be able to admit that something or someone makes you more bad than good. (because not everything is just good or just bad, there's always both sides)

Also I've been a bit lovey-dovey lately which to those who know me, it's a bit of a surprise and so it is to myself! There's a motive for that but it's a secret. I feel like if I let it out it will absorb dreadful luck. So shhh-it Luísa!

Above everything that's happening around, I have to focus on what's really important for me. In the mean time, I'll get some amazing shots of peace and quiteness straight to my tiny cardiac muscle.

"I'm chillin' in yo pillows, u mad?"

So here I am. Sitting in the front of the computer with a halfmade ppt presentation about animals poisoned with toads venom, to finish.
It's quite funny because I never planned this as my future but it couldn't possibly ever turned out so perfect.
My eccentrical mood swings have left me completely exausted but in the end of the day, I can put my mind at ease.

So here I am enjoying my first alchoolic drink with nothing but myself. I always drink socially, so this is new to me. And this strange yet confortable feeling makes me suggest a toast to myself, my aging.
Even though a month later... Happy Birthday to myself! I am actually happy I was born 21 years ago. And what a ride has been.. !

If there is something I learned this year is that in those moments when you feel sad and falling apart, you have to stop, analyze what is making you feel that way and really ask yourself if it's worth to keep it in your life.

Be honest with yourself. If you know exactly if that person/thing/situation aren't making you any happy, why keep it? Step politely aside.

Do never feed from something that consumes you at the same time. Love yourself enough to know it's enough and move on.