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26 December 2014 @ 06:04 pm
This journal is just for me to browse communities. 
Though you can add me on tumblr.

 
 
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*sigh* I don't even know where to begin, but I think I'm gonna have to start from the day after because I need to write this whole experience down and make record of it.

Beware: FUCKING LONG ASS entry, lots of blurry cellphone pics and my weird narrative.
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TL;DR I saw 30 Seconds to Mars live August 26 at the MTV World Stage in Mexico City and it fucking rocked! Best day ever!

 
 
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N.
03 August 2010 @ 09:23 pm
When I was 17 and living the the US, about 4 years ago, I had a rough patch of depression; though at the time, it didn't really feel like it was that bad, and honestly , I had no reason to be sad because moving there had been my choice. I had a roof, I had food, I was going to school, and yet I felt miserable most of the time. Yes, it's a different enviroment than Mexico, and I guess my problem was just simply that I didn't know how to adapt to their lifestyle.

One of the good things I found while living there though, was the endless supply of radio stations of every genre you can think of. I used to leave the small radio in my night stand on all night long because the music was relaxing. And that's how I found Dawson McCallister's show.

Every sunday night, from 10 pm to 1 am, there was this live show for teenagers where you could call and ask for help with whatever problems you where going through. People would call in crying about addictions, eating disorders, suicide attempts, parent issues, you name it. The host was Dawson McCallister and for a long time his voice was quite comforting when I was feeling down. Every call was answered by a Help Coach, not always him, but you could call or go online and chat with someone if that's how you prefered it. They even would get personal counseling with psycologists to people who were very much in need of it. The first few times I catched to the show I would just lay motionless in my bed listening, and a lot of times I cried too, sometime because people's tales were so rough, sometimes because I related to their issues. In a way, the show was a release for me as well; it showed that there were other people going through the same thing as I was, and feeling like I did. And also, some of them had it worst, way worst than I ever did, which made me grateful too for the things I had. I thought of calling numerous times (free number) but I was always afraid my aunt would catch me calling late at night, so I only listened. It helped me a lot  through my stay, and that's pretty much the purpose of the show.

But what's the purpose of this post anyway, right? Well, there isn't really a specific purpose; it's just something I thought I'd share with the flist. I should also point out that I started using LJ when I was living in the US and I found it to be a marvelous place where I could clear my mind of everything and get inspired a bit. This place has brought me amazing friends too, and when I say amazing, I mean it.

I found the page of the radio show if anyone is interested, and they still broadcast every sunday.

The HopeLine Community.
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N.
20 February 2006 @ 03:01 pm

Y tu voz que madura,
Y tu voz quemadura,
Y tu  bosque madura,
Y tu voz quema, dura,

como el hielo de vidrio
como el grito de hielo

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