The art of getting lost

The art of getting lost

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Life is basically.... a map. Any cartographer would tell you otherwise but I cannot understand a map to save my life. To me it's basically symbols and lines supposedly pointing you in one direction, and I can never tell which direction is which. Screw it. That metaphor sucked. I don't know why I decided I'd try to get my Bachelor of Arts. I can't English. Putting it simply; life sucks.
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What is this? Actually I can't still define it accurately, I guess it's a diary, a story, a moral... probably all of them together. Life is a learning process which never stops and this is a piece of mine I'd like to share. Falling in love it's a beautiful motion and awesome when you really find that person, but it doesn't feel so pleasant when you find it thousands of miles away. Here you will see how it all started, how I managed this situation and how I tried to solve this huge trouble in which I got enrolled. The plot, feelings, time, messages... besides names, nothing is invented even the slightest detail is worked thoroughly because I just depict in words what I lived the way I lived it so you can get into my skin. Take your own conclutions about it.

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