To be heartbroken

You know that moment when everything is so perfect in your life that you start to wonder when it will come to an end? And then, BAM, you hit the end like an unexpected wall, and needless to say, you get out of the situation broken. Hurts the most when the reason for your previous happiness was a person, and then you get betrayed.
The pain you feel in your chest is real, you feel it just like any other aching part. And there's nothing you can do to stop it, for now. You cry for hours, you feel anger, you want to hurt the person, you want to crash them down, but you can't. They stopped caring long ago. So you just look for comfort, best case scenario, in music, in food, in your friends. It eases the pain, but it doesn't go away that easily.
But you know what? It's not your fault. It's not like you did something terribly wrong and then the relationship went down the hills. If you're feeling that hurt it's highly unlikely that you're the one responsible for it. Read less romantic novels, forget that The Notebook was ever written (and adapted to a movie), put on some make up and don't look at your feet when you walk, otherwise your crown will fall, princess. Yes, life will have its ups and downs, but you are strong enough to survive what life throws at you because you may not remember, but you did before, and here you are standing on your own feet. Remember you are beautiful, and it may be difficult to see now, but you'll have your silver lining. You deserve to be happy, and deep down your heart you know it. You were born to be happy. Don't you forget it.

To begin

Begginings are always tough to some people. Not being used to changes or being shy are the reasons most of the time. Last week I had my first day in college, and it was the beggining-awkwardness all over again. While everyone was already talking to each other, learning their names and stuff, I just sat in a corner and observed everyone, mostly creating nicknames to my colleagues (that they will never find out ha-ha-ha) and wondering if one of them would ever talk to me like they were doing to the others. They didn't. I guess I'm a tad like the Grumpy Cat, people never approach to talk to me, and I must end this image, human beings aren't supposed to be islands. Sometimes I talk to them, trying to learn their names yet (most of them I only remember by nicknames like the Bitchy Journalist - long story, and I'm not exactly being mean by calling her that).
Anyway: begginings. Always super awkward, always so full of anxiety like your first day in school, when your mommy waved goodbye and you entered the cute little classroom scared like you're a dead man walking. Begginings scare the hell out of me, but that's the time when I learn the most, when I get out of my comfort zone and actually have to deal with people, since I chose to do that for living when I picked Communications. You will always feel that weird thingy in your stomach, maybe some legs shaking and sweaty hands, but that's part of the process. An actor about to present the Oscars feels the same way, believe me, it's a natural human reaction! You just have to deal with it, suck it up and put an actor mask, "I am a super cool talkative person and not shy at all, I am going to face it and it's going to be natural and awesome" and there you go, talking to someone, avoiding to think if you're embarrassing yourself, because you're not, it's all just paranoia. That's how I'm handling all these new situations coming in my life, like getting a driver's license, or a passport, I just call my inner actress and she does all the embarrassing job for me!

To wait

Time goes by, minutes fly away and you're waiting. Pacience is a great virtue, they say. You hold yourself and wait quiet on the outside and so nervous and shaking on the inside. It feels like the clock stopped, "why this won't happen now?" you ask yourself. The answer is quite simple: nothing happens right away just because we want them to. We never stop to think that it took billions of years for the Earth to look like we know it, not a month, not two years, but almost 5 billion years! It's boring indeed to think about that, and we couldn't possibly wait billions of years for something to happen, but a few years won't hurt. To look ahead and think "I still have to wait for 3 years to get into college, that's too much!" but when you look back, it seems like yesterday. So don't worry, everything happens when it's supposed to, not too late, not too early, but on the perfect timing. For now, you must enjoy your life, live day after day, avoid thinking ahead on the future like "a year from now and I can get my driver's license" and just wait. When you keep worrying about the future, your life passes by without you even noticing, so stop looking at the calendar every day because it's just like watching the clock: one minute feels like five. It will happen sometime, I promise. For now, just wait.

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace. He has made everything beautiful in its time. " Ecclesiastes 3:1-11

To Read

Reading is a great habit that not everyone is willing to experience. To read is absolutely amazing, you meet people you wouldn't in a million years, you go to places no matter how far in space or time, you find yourself in unbelievable adventures!
There is nothing like reading for hours in an isolated place, with no company but a lazy pet and a mug of coffee. And then you realize that hours went by, and you're still there, curious about what's gonna happen to the main character, the feeling is undescribable. (And even better is when your parents brag about your reading habits, "oh my daughter reads like 40 books/year!" haha)
Speaking about parents, they should teach their children this hunger for books, this passion when getting an unread book and wondering what it's about. There is nothing worst than hearing from someone that "the movie is better" because they weren't taught about how greater literature is, overcoming the Seventh Art. I haven't watched a single movie that was better than the book, no matter what actors were in it, or who's the director. You should be the director of the movie, and when you read, that's what you become.
So, people, teach your children this passion. I can assure you: they'll speak better, read better, think outside the box, and stand up to their beliefs, which will be different from what the master of brain-washing, the tv, wants them to believe.
Well, not only tv wants people brain-washed, politicians support it too. When people receives better education, they can think for themselves and make changes, for instance, not voting for corrupt politicians. Remember, Robespierre was a reader who became the leader of one of the most important revolutions of all time (don't know what revolution was that? Read about it!).

To fail

You try and you try again and again, the only result you can get is failure. You can't get a job, a boyfriend, your parents think you're lazy and useless and you can't even eat chocolate. "I have a good family, my friends are nice" you think. But it's not enough to control your tears. You go to your room, hold your guitar and cry alone, hoping no one will listen and show up in your room to ask you what's wrong (probably because they won't understand what is like to be unsuccessful).
But then you get a text, it's your best friend saying "whats up dumbass", and that can make you smile, at least for a second. Then your dog scratches the door, and as you let it in, it licks your tears and look at you with that cute little face that says "Why are you crying when you have me?". All of a sudden you can't remember why you're crying, wash that pretty face of yours (as you realize when you look in the bathroom mirror) and answer the text: "everything's just fine, how bout you?"

Bonus:

To be eighteen

Happy birthday Mr. Eighteen

You wake up in a random morning. Look at your phone display and find out it's past 10 am and it's not some random morning. It's your 18th birthday. It's really nothing when you look at your older sibiling who's already in college and have a driver's license. But to you it is a big deal, you can do a lot of things without parenting consent!
And mostly it's all this year is about, things you have to do because you're no longer a minor, for instance, getting a job or move out (I would love to do both, but I can't afford a good place, its bills and furniture). So the pressure begins: you have to find a job, get a driver's license, get into college, and most important of all, you have to act like an adult. To hear you are not a child becomes very common, and you can't even listen to a Taylor Swift song anymore without getting a "you're not a teenager anymore, stop listening to this crap".
But it is a fact that you're not a teenager, and that fact can be proven whenever you want to get hammered, you can (unless you're in the US, then wait 3 more years or get a fake id just like an irresponsible teenager), but make sure it's on a Friday, otherwise you'll have to work with a horrible hangover or come up with an useless excuse when everyone knows you drank too much the day before. Welcome to the adult life. And don't worry, it just gets worst.

To write

I believe that everyone who reads a lot, writes a lot. Mostly because you want to make difference through the words, you wanna touch someone's heart the same way some author touched yours. As a journalism student, writing is crucial to me, and it's something I appreciate to do a lot. I have so many ideas about what to write and I'll try to put them here, but trying to imagine that no one is reading, since I'm so shy this is the only way I can peacefully say what I think. Nice to meet you, I'm Maysa, but you can call me May.