Not afraid to carry on, to keep on living on my own.

It's been a beautiful day. Not because anything nice has happened, it might as well be the complete opposite. I've come to realize (not without some tears), I'm strong enough to keep on living, despite what other people do with their lives. By this I mean I have finally achieved that emotional independence I've been seeking to obtain for so long. Finally I've began to see things from a different and improved perspective; maybe it's not that I'm loosing someone, maybe it is that someone who is loosing me. Maybe I don't have to be the stupid good girl who is always on the chase for someone else. Maybe I'm giving myself the chance to be chased, this meaning from now on it will not only be me who will fight to preserve friendships or relationships. Now I demand some effort in return. Maybe it's not that I am unable to keep people by my side, but it's the other people who seem to be not capable of retaining me by theirs.
It's been a beautiful day. The sun is out and shinning, and I'm about to chill at the beach with a good friend of mine. It's not perfect, I'm not perfect, but happiness is not a synonym on perfection, happiness is learning to see beyond the imperfections. And I'm proud and cheerful for being able to say I am happy now. 

Fuck it. I'm young.