apandorabox

the name a pandora box came to me i a bad moment in my life…. you see, in august 06 I broke up with my then boyfriend because someone else had broken my heart, a person I’ve known since the day I was born had ripped my heart to pieces and really messed me up. I did some messing around with more than one jerk and I did a lot of virtual flirting with people that I actually cared about, most of them lived in other cities so I didn’t realised the true damage I was doing…

a year later I broke a friend’s heart, he was the one that encouraged my writing. He was the reason I had a blog with actual content on it, with emo poetry or random rantings,  but still: I WROTE because of him, for him and then to him… when he went back to his town and I realised what I had done I saw myself in a new light, I saw what I had become, I saw how I was hurting everyone around me and myself most of all.

I have no idea what made me look for the concept of the box of Pandora… but when I read it and saw that this woman Pandora, had a box, this box contained all evil and bad things in it so she was told not to open it, but she did… and all that is bad and dangerous came to the world… I felt that way, I felt that I had let all the bad things that had happened to me so far and had taken revenge on everyone else… I opened a blog that day called “opening the pandora box” (in Spanish, and it no longer exists) and wrote on it… but I had lost that friend, the one  that read me, that made me me, that loved me…

Sometime later I found other friends, my co-workers, my boss… they all encouraged me. But it never felt the same.

Now, I’ve found other friends (Fable’s Story, Letters from the heart, The Bottle Chronicles and In the Head of a JenJen) who encourage me, I promise not to fall for them, I promise I won’t break their hearts (they’re all taken!), but I will love them, I will be friends but I will continue to write and to keep my promises.

I will keep on writing, it’s a promise

may 25th 2010… written on paper, in the bakery