Everything is forced, like birth, like death, like heartbreak, like love, like wounds, like scars. Nothing is voluntary, the universe looks at all of us like tiny hourglasses, just flicking it through fingertips. Thats how I'm feeling, that's how, I, Claudia Matos, is feeling.
“Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.”—Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959
I am so annoying when it comes to my best friends' birthdays because I am too excited that they exist. But seriously, think about it...if these days didn't exist, where the fuck would we be? Happy Birthday, Beans. The universe loves me in this way. I have good friends.