Life as a daydream

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A Little Bit About Me

Where to start… well, my name is Ana Paola, but evey single person i meet calls me a different name, some people call me ana, some call me paola, some call me ana pao, and the list goes on, so feel free to call me whatever name you want (as long as you dont strech it to something that doesnt even sound like my name, like daphne).

I’m half mexican and half spanish. I’ve lived in monterrey, cancun, sydney, puerto vallarta, and I just moved to LA to go to college for music. 20 years old, my birthday is January 14th.

Music is what I live for. I’m known to write songs about boys who break my heart. You’d think I was doing this to be romantic. Standing in public spaces and airing my heart out, oxygen in the blood and all that never was. But truth is, I’m not doing it to be romantic. I’m doing it because I feel it’s necessary.

I’m probably the most emotional person you’ll ever meet, i guess i just feel too much, and love too much, and i expect people to do the same.. and when they don’t, my heart gets broken. I’ve fallen in love more times than i care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with a man himself. Many times in romance i have been a victim of my own optimism.

I’m still trying to figure out what my life is all about, and i’m still trying to find the person who i want to spend it with.

I consider myself to be a very, very, very lucky girl. I have the best family and friends that anyone could ever ask for.

I like to believe that if things are meant to be, they will always find their way. And if they get lost, and they can’t find their way,i will find them, and bring them my way.

My advice to you? If the type of person you wish existed doesn’t, then that is who you must become.

Why did i start a blog?

Because I want to write it all down. I dont wanna forget anything, not a single detail. I want to write it all down and lock it inside, inside something that nobody can open, but me. Something that will hold all my feelings,and all my memories, and will take good care of them. So that one day, in the future, when things have changed, and when the right time comes, if it ever does, i can open up that up, and feel the exact same way i felt today, the day that i wrote all of this down, i will feel as if nothing had changed, as if we were still the same.

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