Oh, hey Manhattan,

As I'm writing this, it's cloudy outside in the streets of Dyckman Street and reggaeton music is playing non-stop outside. I've just change of room to pleseantly hear Regina Spektor on my laptop. It's all I have by now.

It's been only a week and a half since I left Monterrey to never come back( just in vacations ); as a mexican being a U.S. Resident, one of the things you can get advantage of is: GO TO COLLEGE; and I do. I do want to go to college, but I think I used my desire to go to college as a reason to escape the bloody hell of overprotection, criticism, stress and non-confidence I was leaving at my home in Monterrey. It's always been like that for 18 years, always have to hide my friends, lock my laptop screen, and lie, lie, lie. Reason 1: The overprotective and closed-mind of my dad. Reason 2: My sister thinks and acts as if she were a bad stepmother taken directly from a soap opera. Reason 3: Non-confidence placed on me, because I don't get the chance to show I am mature enough 'cause I am the little one running in the family. Plus, in the past 5 years, Monterrey has been turned into shit, since the mafia (a.k.a. drug lords) are now "running" the city as if they were an authority just because they have cholos paid to point at people with big guns publicly in the middle of the streets wearing Ed Hardy.  Fuck drugs, fuck them, fuck Monterrey, fuck insecurity, fuck the mafia, fuck politicians involved with them as well.


But oh well, that's the city of Monterrey in Mexico, and this is the city of Manhattan in New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of, and there's nothing you can't do.