It seems unreal, but I am back writing. I`ve never been ebullient enough to say that I was happy. Though I never tried to get over my problems. Blame is something that  has to be apportioned. I never understood it. I`d have to reconcile myself to the prospect of living my life as it is now. I am contrite for not having accepted the help of the ones who loved me. I could never summon up the courage to face up to my responsibilities. I am not a seasoned fighter. It grieves me I can`t do nothing to get better. I still can conjure up the happiest moments of my life. So many thin excuses have I had not to accomplish my goals. I can`t muster courage anymore. Even if something conciliates me now, I`d still feel pain. My temper has been frayed more than once. Besides, My world is falling apart at the seams. I have accommodated everyone for so long. Though nobody cared about my feelings. A rueful smile lightens up my face for a sec. I`d love to conjure a time machine out a yard`s garbage. The vicissitudes of my life were stronger than me. Before my mind was bulging with ideas; now only bad thoughts are evoked into it. To summon the energy to get out of bed is impossible for me now. Reconciling your duties with your emotional health is hard. Many times have I gone to triage for my physical health, though never for my emotional one. Besides, I haven`t really reconcile with my kin. If only I had summoned proper assistance. Not even the rhythm of the seasons has let me know there`s a big world out there. Anyhow, There was no warrant for me to abandoning my aunt`s home. I still don`t know why I did it.  To finish, I`d say it seems to me that Peruvian medical institutions make their customers fall for the crime of price rigging. Not even the biorhythm of one`s body is an excuse for medical centers to charge you more.