Final episode.

There's nothing worse than a horrible final episode, when the characters that you love doesn't have the end that they deserve.

Why I am talking about this? Well, yesterday I re-watch the final episode of How I Met Your Mother and I realize that the worst thing that could ever happen is when the two characters who are made for each other doesn't end up together, or worst, the characters who you really hate together end up as a couple.

Another kind of final episode who I really hate are the ones who let an open ending, I mean, why that happen? They make us living a hell in the meantime they doing the next season, it's been months of pain re-watching the season and waiting with nerves 'till the next chapter.

All the endings are usually bad, but when they leave us the feeling of emptiness in our stomachs and begging for only one more episode that explains why the things end up like this and why the creators like to make the audience suffer.

I've got the feeling that I'm just a freak who cries when her favorites series end, but I don't really care because for a moment I feel the way the characters feel, and this is exciting, is like reading, living a thousand lives for a period of time, being someone else and had amazing adventures.

How does people feel loved?

I've been asking myself this for years and the only conclusion that I could ever reach was nothing, zero, none. I think that I'm gonna die alone.

I've spend the most of my short years reading and watching how people felt in love and then someone come and broke they heart. I don't really want to seem pessimistic but that usually happens, I guess it's normal for someone like me being terrified with the idea of love and avoid that bastard my entire adolescence. So, first lesson: love sucks.

When I was 15 or 16 years old and the only thing that your friends talk about is boys is very usual think that you're not belong there, but when you're a teenager, somehow, you become a little (for not saying a huge) stupid, so the only thing that you wanted is fit in your gang.

For that reason I started to meet boys and I don't know how I felt in love, the irony was simply magnificent, I mean, it seems like a bad joke being in love with a boy who was the opposite in every sense. At this point I've learn a second lesson: love makes you so much stupid.

When the relationship was over and my little heart was broken in so many pieces I've learn the third and most important lesson: the only person that I would love more than anybody it's me and only me.

I'm guess that I'm too young to believe that the first rule is an absolute truth. I mean, who knows, maybe there is a "happy even after" for everyone.