Lo que duele escribir

-¿Escuchaste la noticia?
+¿Que mataron al jefe? Si, un detective dijo que el asesino tenía cabello gris, por la edad supongo.
-Lo peor es que se rumorea que fue José, el de finanzas.
+Pero él está muy anciano para hacer semejantes cosas.
-Eso pensé hasta que lo vi nervioso esta mañana hablándose a si mismo
+Ahora que lo mencionas, yo lo vi afilando unos lápices.
-¿Lápices? ¡Si es con eso que mataron a Don Pedro!

Chapter two

I don't really feel like writing at this very second, but I thought it would be useful for me. Mainly because I want to look back and see how I did it, because right now it's one of those moments where everything seems to be wrong. I guess there are several things in my life that are perfectly placed. Others, not so much. I want to stop this feeling of sadness mixed with anxiety. I read about prayer, I read about scripture study, and I read about family time, I did them all, I guess there's something else I need to do. Today was a no-book day. A day where I openly decide not to carry a book with me every where I go. Weird 'cause I feel lonely without one. I've been reading a lot, last thing I was reading was about a teenage boy called Miles. He's very brave, he saved a tiny girl from being abused by her employers. Not sexually abused, but physically. I felt like I needed that kind of hero in my life. Someone to come save me from my despairs, someone to cheer me up at any given moment of the day. But I have someone caring about me. Yes, I do. I just.. I just need to learn how to be patient and how to focus on doing things right. As long as I keep my temper, as long as I do things correctly Everything will be fine, they say.