-Last year I would have killed for a party like this. But this year I don't know. Things just seem... just seem different. I was just kind of hoping that it would be us and Vanessa and Jonathan and then, I don't even— maybe those two girls from my Chem class who didn't light my hair on fire that one time. I'm sorry. Is that okay? Um but really. Thank you so much for thinking of me. It means a lot.
-Jenny, Jenny, please help me get rid of this party crashers.
-Um, they're not crashers, Serena. I invited them. Well, you've got your guest list and I have mine.
-Yeah, but this can't be what you want.
-Like you cared what I want.
-Jenny, I genuinelly thought that when you'd got off the elevator you'd be thrilled... And if you weren't Im sorry but you should have just said something.
-Serena, I did. On breakfast.
Errores. Todos los cometemos. Usualmente empiezan con las mejores intenciones. Como guardar un secreto para proteger a alguien. O tomar distancia de la persona que te convertiste. A veces ni siquiera sabemos qué errores cometimos para estar donde estamos. O nos damos cuenta justo a tiempo para revertirlos. Pero todo error sucede por una razón. Para enseñarte una lección que, de otra manera, nunca podrías aprender.
Mi pregunta es: Por qué cuesta tanto sobreponerse a los errores? Sobretodo a los que otros cometen y nos hieren a nosotros, o, en su defecto, a los que nosotros cometemos y hieren a otros. Sobretodo porque ambas circunstancias, herir y ser heridos, van de la mano, y viven la una de la otra. Casi todo el tiempo, no podemos lastimar sin ser lastimados, ni ser lastimados sin haber lastimado antes.
