You did it. You finally did it.
It didn’t matter to you.
This friendship we had didn’t matter to you.
Voy a olvidarte, like how I planned to.
Voy a borrarte, like how I have been wanting to.
Music and people who have anything to do with music have always attracted me. I naturally gravitate to the room with the people who are singing. To the person holding the guitar. The one playing the piano. Every time. The music calls me. Continue Reading
One of the few names I remembered when I first came to Merced.
One of the few people who always made me feel welcomed.
***This blog has been a draft for a few weeks. I didn’t know how to finish it. I also didn’t want to come near this one either, but if I’m supposed to be real on here, I guess it will be published.