degero miro claro

I really thought I would have fallen in love by now. At least once. I really did.

My parents are visiting right now, which is really nice. But it’s funny when you start to see your parents when you’re getting older, and they are getting older, and you become very aware of everyone’s mortality. It scares me because I have not figured out what to do with myself, and I don’t want to be alone.

I’m really glad I have great parents. They are very supportive, and we can talk and I have them to be close to. I don’t know what the point of this post is, I was just feeling really sad this morning being aware that time will always move on and you just have to try to make your life what you want it to be before it’s too late, and that everything and everyone will be gone eventually.

And you hope you will fall in love because that will help you to be motivated and inspired to do the most mundane, boring shit in the world because, hey, you’re in love. Isn’t everything grand?

All I know is the times in my life when I felt there was some one I could possibly love, and I thought about them a lot, it was much easier to just do things. And I sang a lot more. I would like that.

Alright, gotta get up and get ready for breakfast at Cafe du Village with my parents. We like to go there when they visit and the french dudes always have a nice time joking with us.

bon matin neverland!