Why is it?


Hi There!

Why is a really common question, haven’t you noticed?


Why is it that when a girl starts to feel kind of down an ice cream always help?

Why is it that when a girl starts to feel kind of down eating chocolates is like the most amazing thing?

Why is it that when a girl starts to feel kind of blue,  going shopping or even if it  is just window shopping seems like the best solution?

But I guess there are out some ladies that when they feel kind of bad, down, blue, sad; they work, they teach like my Mom.

In my case, when I feel all of those things I like to write, create and nowadays I like taking pictures of myself. I don’t know why, but for me it’s  fun, it is a natural pleasure. I guess deep inside I’m thinking that someone else is taking the pictures, like “he is taking the pictures”; that he; that I don’t know just yet.

On the other hand if I had the body and the money I would like to go shopping, I would like to feel the drive of the idea, Iguess there is fun in the idea of shopping, finding a good sale, finding the stuff that you like, know that it fits and of course having so many bags. But I know at the end the feeling of being tired it would appear and then the bills of all that shopping, but let’s face it, the feeling, nobody can take it away if you don’t let them.

Because it really seems like fun:

Published by: sserrat

I'm the new black, but in color and that color is all the words that come up from inside my head. Fact: This Blog is for me to feel like a real writer. It's just like the feeling that the characters from the movie "you got mail" felt when those words appeared on the screen, that's how I feel when I clicked on P.U.B.L.I.S.H.E.D. That's just a great feeling. I can't see myself no writing in the sense of forever. Writing is magic and when you read me becomes true and when you comment starts to scream. I just love it. A place to be, to let myself go.

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