u/unusuarioanonimo12

Sé que es una pregunta un poco tonta, pero desde pequeña me encanta leer y últimamente estoy flipando con los retos de Goodreads de la gente que lee como 100 o 200 libros al año.

Ya ni me meto con el tiempo que le dedican, ni con el tipo de lectura. Mi única duda es: ¿de dónde carajos sacan el dinero para comprar tantos libros? Hoy en día es rarísimo ver un libro que baje de los 18€, y la mayoría ya pasan de los 20€, pero cada vez veo a más gente en redes haciendo "book hauls" de 10 o 15 libros al mes.

Y ya no hablo de gente que tenga un trabajo para pagárselos, ¡sino de adolescentes de 15 o 16 años! ¿De dónde sacan estas niñas el dinero? Si a mí a su edad me daban lo justo para comprarme dos libros EN TODO EL AÑO. De verdad, ¡¿de dónde sale el dinero?! 💸😭

Edit: Yo decía más que nada dinero para comprar libros en físico porque para mí no es igual leer en digital que tener el libro en mis manos

>!Poppy’s parents are poachers (I'm marking it as a spoiler, just in case.)!<, Ominis’s family is obsessed with blood purity and the Unforgivable Curses, Natty’s mother seems to care about her but her father passed away, Sebastian and Anne’s parents died too, and... well, let's not even talk about their uncle. And as for the MC, we don't even know if they have a family.

They could have started a therapy club or something.

You know, something like Detroit, where your choices can completely change the direction of the story.

You know, something like Detroit, where your choices can completely change the direction of the story.

Seriously, every time I get it, I’m completely incapacitated. I can't keep up with my daily routine; I spend the whole day on the couch because, between the pain and the cramps, I can barely move. I’m getting away with it for now since I’m still young, but I have no fucking clue what I’m going to do later on, when I’m forced to get up and go to work or just lead a normal life.

I mean, we've known for a while that there was going to be a sequel, but now that it's been 100% confirmed, when do you think we'll start getting more info on the plot, the trailer, and the release date?

This game had a lot of potential; I’ve been looking at old posts about how a companion system, a morality system, and a curfew mechanic were cut, but does anyone know if anything else was discovered?

Hii, I just arrived at this subreddit because I made a post on r/parenting and got my account completely banned—apparently, older siblings aren't allowed to ask anything about their younger siblings anymore—but anyway.

To start, I want to clarify that I’m not a mother, but the older sister; lately, certain aspects of my sister's attitude have really stood out to me, and I’d like to know what you all think.

She is 12 years old, but for some time now, she has been behaving incredibly selfishly toward me and our parents. Over trivial, absurd things—like lending me some markers to write the headings on my school assignments—she starts shouting that she won't let me use them because, according to her, I break everything. I know it sounds silly, but she acts this way about everything. There have been times when I’ve practically had to beg her to lend me something, and she always gets angry with me. She has even gone so far as to push and hit me to stop me from taking something of hers.

Honestly, it makes me really angry because I lend her everything I have, yet she won't even let me take a sip of water from her bottle. I’ve told my mother hundreds of times that she needs to correct this behavior, but she only scolds her once every twenty times; the next time, my sister does the exact same thing, and honestly, I just don't know what to do anymore.

When I opened the app, I got a message saying that it would no longer be available for download from the App Store starting in September, and that it would be removed in December. Is this true?

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Note: English isn't my native language, so I apologize in advance if anything isn't clear.

I mean, we don't even know who their parents are—or if they have any family—what they did before getting their magical powers, or where they go when the school year ends. I know some people say it’s so the player can create their own story, but I still think that’s a pretty boring excuse.

The character didn't undergo any development throughout the game (they didn't even have decent facial expressions 😐). They are simply an empty, lifeless shell. Come on, anyone playing this title could come up with a story—however brief—for their character. For instance, I imagined the protagonist as an orphan abandoned by their parents as a baby, left with nothing but a small locket containing a photo of them—something they always wore around their neck as their most prized possession. Having never known family love (or, really, any kind of love, since their friends stop talking to them the moment they get what they want), the protagonist yearns to find their parents or, at the very least, discover what happened and why they were abandoned. They could have uncovered dark, sad family secrets, paving the way for genuine emotion and character development.

Sure, it’s nothing revolutionary—just an idea I came up with on the fly—but plenty of people have created their own stories (many of them excellent). Yet, how is it possible that an entire team of writers couldn't come up with absolutely anything? The protagonist is simply a blank slate.

Edit: I’m editing this post because I swear I didn’t write it with the intention of sounding rude or acting superior to anyone. It’s simply *MY* opinion and I wanted to share it; I already stated in my first paragraph that I’m just a random user here on the subreddit, so my opinion is just one among millions, and I DON’T WANT anyone to feel like I’m imposing it on them or saying any of this rudely.

Antes de que leas esto, quiero aclarar que esta es solo la opinión de una persona cualquiera en internet; no estoy aquí para criticar nada, y el inglés no es mi lengua materna, así que pido disculpas de antemano si algo no queda claro.

Puede que sea una opinión controvertida (o quizás no), pero me parece que «You Seely Sad for a Girl So in Love» no está a la altura de sus otros dos álbumes.

Y ojo, lo digo como fan incondicional incluso antes de que saliera el disco. Me encantan sus canciones —desde High School Musical: The Series hasta GUTS (Spilled)—, pero solo puedo describir este álbum con una palabra: decepcionante.

Había muchísima expectación a su alrededor, y al final, fue simplemente... meh. Da la sensación de que Olivia intentó dar un paso adelante, pero acabó dando tres pasos atrás. Las letras de la mayoría de las canciones son huecas y vacías; simplemente carecían de alma y resultaban muy superficiales. De hecho, la única canción del álbum que realmente me llegó fue "The Cure", e incluso esa no es su mejor trabajo hasta la fecha; hay muchas canciones en GUTS e incluso en SOUR que son mejores.

A menudo, las letras resultan demasiado simplistas y, en última instancia, la instrumentación es lo único que salva muchas de las canciones; algo que me encantó, pero que también me decepcionó, ya que los temas parecían totalmente intercambiables. Por ejemplo, al principio confundía "My Way" con "Expectations" porque sus melodías son muy similares, y lo mismo me pasó con "Begged" y "Less".

¿Y qué hay del concepto narrativo del álbum? ¿Dónde quedó? Literalmente no había ninguna historia más allá de que Olivia y Louis se enamoraran, las cosas se torcieran y rompieran; Sin embargo, nunca se especifica por qué la relación no funcionó. Por eso, todas las canciones de la sección "pareces triste" se sienten tan superficiales. La otra parte tampoco ayuda mucho; sabemos que Olivia está locamente enamorada, pero en algunas canciones ya sabe que la relación está condenada al fracaso... Lo siento, pero ese aspecto no me gustó nada.

Eso no quiere decir que odie el álbum (de hecho, lo tengo completo en mi lista de reproducción de Spotify), pero no está a la altura de los otros dos; para mí, al menos, es un 6 o 6.5, no un 8 o 9 como afirman muchos críticos.

Para colmo, está la forma en que ella y su equipo manejaron el asunto de los vinilos —seguro que todos saben que están enviando copias incompletas—, además de las entrevistas con Fantano, todo el lío del vestido... No sé quiénes integran el nuevo equipo de Olivia, pero no paran de cometer un error tras otro. No sé si intentan llamar la atención de los medios o qué, pero todo me resulta muy extraño.

No estoy segura de si este es el foro adecuado para esto, pero no tengo idea de dónde más publicarlo y, a fin de cuentas, solo necesito opiniones sinceras.

Quería hablar sobre mi relación con mi madre. Tengo 16 años; nunca tuve problemas con ella durante mi infancia; recuerdo que siempre fue cariñosa y atenta. Pero desde que cumplí 13 o 14 años, las cosas se han vuelto muy raras... Siempre ha sido una madre muy pendiente de mí que intenta ayudarme en todo lo que puede, pero creo que la situación ha llegado a un punto en el que ni siquiera puedo hablarle de mis aficiones (leer, ver películas o escribir) porque me siento juzgada. Es el tipo de persona que, si digo que quiero leer un libro determinado, empieza a preguntar de qué trata de una manera muy agobiante. Termino teniendo que contar cada detalle de la trama —especialmente con novelas románticas convencionales— y la conversación suele acabar con ella diciendo que soy demasiado joven para leer ese tipo de cosas. Aún recuerdo cuando me regalaron *Los juegos del hambre* por mi cumpleaños número 14; me dijo que no los leyera bajo ningún concepto y afirmó que, si lo hacía, vigilaría muy de cerca mi comportamiento después, porque podría volverme violenta... Comentarios así hicieron que dejara de hablarle de mis aficiones.

A medida que he ido creciendo, hemos tenido más discusiones; por ejemplo, sobre lo que me gustaría estudiar. Este es un tema terrible porque, cada vez que menciono una carrera que me interesa, ella la descarta diciendo que es una pérdida de tiempo. Por ejemplo, hubo un tiempo en que quise estudiar publicidad, pero me dijo a la cara: «¿Por qué estudiarías eso si no tienes *nada* de creatividad?». Lo repitió tantas veces que acabé dejando morir ese sueño. Más tarde, me di cuenta de que me encantaba trabajar con niños y enseñarles, así que planteé la idea de dedicarme a la docencia; ella me dijo que no tenía la paciencia necesaria y que no debía perder el tiempo estudiando para ello. Acepté eso a regañadientes, pero luego me informé sobre la terapia del habla; sin embargo, ella volvió a la carga diciendo que esa profesión no servía para nada, que me faltaba paciencia y que probablemente ni siquiera encontraría trabajo. Así que aquí estoy, a punto de cumplir 17 años, sin saber qué hacer y sin poder hablar de todo esto con mi madre.

Otro motivo de discusión es mi pelo: es de tipo 2B o algo así, así que a veces se me forman nudos o enredos horribles al peinarme. Me frustro y digo que mi pelo es feo o una "porquería" (solo por rabia; en realidad me encanta), y ella siempre responde bruscamente diciendo que la fea soy *yo* y que la que es una porquería soy *yo*, porque no tengo la actitud adecuada para hacer absolutamente nada.

Otro problema surge cuando no tengo ganas de salir... Esto se debe al acoso escolar que sufrí al empezar la secundaria, lo cual me provocó ansiedad social; a menudo, se me agota la "batería social" y simplemente no quiero salir. Hoy, mi madre me pidió que fuéramos de compras, pero mentalmente no estaba preparada; llevaba ya unos días forzando mis límites sociales. Se enfadó conmigo y dijo que nunca paso tiempo con ella, que soy una chica egoísta que no merece nada de lo que ella ha hecho por mí desde que nací; me llamó egoísta y dijo que nunca pienso en ella.

Ella no sabe lo del acoso, pero lo que dijo me dolió mucho, y no sé si soy yo la mala de la historia o qué... Agradecería mucho que alguien me diera su opinión, por favor.

No estoy segura de si este es el foro adecuado para esto, pero no tengo idea de dónde más publicarlo y, a fin de cuentas, solo necesito opiniones sinceras.

Quería hablar sobre mi relación con mi madre. Tengo 16 años; nunca tuve problemas con ella durante mi infancia; recuerdo que siempre fue cariñosa y atenta. Pero desde que cumplí 13 o 14 años, las cosas se han vuelto muy raras... Siempre ha sido una madre muy pendiente de mí que intenta ayudarme en todo lo que puede, pero creo que la situación ha llegado a un punto en el que ni siquiera puedo hablarle de mis aficiones (leer, ver películas o escribir) porque me siento juzgada. Es el tipo de persona que, si digo que quiero leer un libro determinado, empieza a preguntar de qué trata de una manera muy agobiante. Termino teniendo que contar cada detalle de la trama —especialmente con novelas románticas convencionales— y la conversación suele acabar con ella diciendo que soy demasiado joven para leer ese tipo de cosas. Aún recuerdo cuando me regalaron *Los juegos del hambre* por mi cumpleaños número 14; me dijo que no los leyera bajo ningún concepto y afirmó que, si lo hacía, vigilaría muy de cerca mi comportamiento después, porque podría volverme violenta... Comentarios así hicieron que dejara de hablarle de mis aficiones.

A medida que he ido creciendo, hemos tenido más discusiones; por ejemplo, sobre lo que me gustaría estudiar. Este es un tema terrible porque, cada vez que menciono una carrera que me interesa, ella la descarta diciendo que es una pérdida de tiempo. Por ejemplo, hubo un tiempo en que quise estudiar publicidad, pero me dijo a la cara: «¿Por qué estudiarías eso si no tienes *nada* de creatividad?». Lo repitió tantas veces que acabé dejando morir ese sueño. Más tarde, me di cuenta de que me encantaba trabajar con niños y enseñarles, así que planteé la idea de dedicarme a la docencia; ella me dijo que no tenía la paciencia necesaria y que no debía perder el tiempo estudiando para ello. Acepté eso a regañadientes, pero luego me informé sobre la terapia del habla; sin embargo, ella volvió a la carga diciendo que esa profesión no servía para nada, que me faltaba paciencia y que probablemente ni siquiera encontraría trabajo. Así que aquí estoy, a punto de cumplir 17 años, sin saber qué hacer y sin poder hablar de todo esto con mi madre.

I’m not sure if this is the right forum for this, but I have no idea where else to post it, and ultimately, I just need some honest opinions.

I wanted to talk about my relationship with my mom. I’m a 16-year-old girl; I never had any issues with my mom during my childhood—I remember her always being affectionate and attentive. But since I turned 13 or 14, things have gotten really weird... She’s always been a very attentive mom who tries to help me however she can, but I think it’s reached a point where I can’t even talk to her about my hobbies (reading, watching movies, or writing) because I feel judged. She’s the type of person who, if I say I want to read a certain book, starts asking what it’s about in a really overwhelming way. I end up having to give every single detail of the plot—especially with "vanilla" romance novels—and the conversation usually ends with her saying I’m too young to read that kind of thing. I still remember when I got *The Hunger Games* for my 14th birthday; she told me not to read them under any circumstances, and said that if I did, she’d be watching my behavior closely afterward because I might turn violent... Comments like that made me stop talking to her about my hobbies.

As I’ve gotten older, we’ve had more arguments—for example, about what I’d like to study. This is a terrible issue because whenever I mention a career path that interests me, she dismisses it as a waste of time. For instance, there was a time I wanted to study advertising, but she told me to my face—"Why would you study that when you aren't creative *at all*?" She repeated this so often that I eventually let the dream die. Later, I realized I loved working with children and teaching them, so I brought up the idea of becoming a teacher; she told me I didn't have the patience for it and shouldn't waste my time studying for it. I reluctantly accepted that, but then I looked into speech therapy—only for her to start in again, saying the job was worthless, that I lack patience, and that I probably wouldn't find work anyway. So here I am, nearly 17 years old, not knowing what to do and unable to talk to my mom about any of it.

Another thing we argue about is my hair—it’s type 2B or something like that, so sometimes I get horrible knots or tangles when styling it. I get frustrated and say my hair is ugly or "crap" (just out of anger; I actually love it), and she always snaps back that *I’m* the ugly one and *I’m* the piece of crap because I don't have the right attitude to do absolutely anything.

Another issue comes up when I don't feel like going out... This stems from being bullied when I started secondary school, which gave me social anxiety; often, my "social battery" runs out and I just don't want to go out. Today, my mom asked me to go shopping, but I wasn't up for it mentally—I’d already been pushing my social limits for a few days. She got angry with me, saying I never spend time with her, that I’m just a selfish girl who doesn't deserve anything she’s done for me since I was born—calling me selfish and saying I never think about her.

She doesn't know about the bullying, but what she said really hurt, and I don't know if I’m the bad guy in this situation or what... I’d really appreciate it if someone could give me their opinion, please. And sorry for any grammatical errors; English isn't my first language.

I’m not sure if this is the right forum for this, but I have no idea where else to post it, and ultimately, I just need some honest opinions.

I wanted to talk about my relationship with my mom. I’m a 16-year-old girl; I never had any issues with my mom during my childhood—I remember her always being affectionate and attentive. But since I turned 13 or 14, things have gotten really weird... She’s always been a very attentive mom who tries to help me however she can, but I think it’s reached a point where I can’t even talk to her about my hobbies (reading, watching movies, or writing) because I feel judged. She’s the type of person who, if I say I want to read a certain book, starts asking what it’s about in a really overwhelming way. I end up having to give every single detail of the plot—especially with "vanilla" romance novels—and the conversation usually ends with her saying I’m too young to read that kind of thing. I still remember when I got *The Hunger Games* for my 14th birthday; she told me not to read them under any circumstances, and said that if I did, she’d be watching my behavior closely afterward because I might turn violent... Comments like that made me stop talking to her about my hobbies.

As I’ve gotten older, we’ve had more arguments—for example, about what I’d like to study. This is a terrible issue because whenever I mention a career path that interests me, she dismisses it as a waste of time. For instance, there was a time I wanted to study advertising, but she told me to my face—"Why would you study that when you aren't creative *at all*?" She repeated this so often that I eventually let the dream die. Later, I realized I loved working with children and teaching them, so I brought up the idea of becoming a teacher; she told me I didn't have the patience for it and shouldn't waste my time studying for it. I reluctantly accepted that, but then I looked into speech therapy—only for her to start in again, saying the job was worthless, that I lack patience, and that I probably wouldn't find work anyway. So here I am, nearly 17 years old, not knowing what to do and unable to talk to my mom about any of it.

Another thing we argue about is my hair—it’s type 2B or something like that, so sometimes I get horrible knots or tangles when styling it. I get frustrated and say my hair is ugly or "crap" (just out of anger; I actually love it), and she always snaps back that *I’m* the ugly one and *I’m* the piece of crap because I don't have the right attitude to do absolutely anything.

Another issue comes up when I don't feel like going out... This stems from being bullied when I started secondary school, which gave me social anxiety; often, my "social battery" runs out and I just don't want to go out. Today, my mom asked me to go shopping, but I wasn't up for it mentally—I’d already been pushing my social limits for a few days. She got angry with me, saying I never spend time with her, that I’m just a selfish girl who doesn't deserve anything she’s done for me since I was born—calling me selfish and saying I never think about her.

She doesn't know about the bullying, but what she said really hurt, and I don't know if I’m the bad guy in this situation or what... I’d really appreciate it if someone could give me their opinion, please. And sorry for any grammatical errors; English isn't my first language.

I’m not sure if this is the right forum for this, but I have no idea where else to post it, and ultimately, I just need some honest opinions.

I wanted to talk about my relationship with my mom. I’m a 16-year-old girl; I never had any issues with my mom during my childhood—I remember her always being affectionate and attentive. But since I turned 13 or 14, things have gotten really weird... She’s always been a very attentive mom who tries to help me however she can, but I think it’s reached a point where I can’t even talk to her about my hobbies (reading, watching movies, or writing) because I feel judged. She’s the type of person who, if I say I want to read a certain book, starts asking what it’s about in a really overwhelming way. I end up having to give every single detail of the plot—especially with "vanilla" romance novels—and the conversation usually ends with her saying I’m too young to read that kind of thing. I still remember when I got *The Hunger Games* for my 14th birthday; she told me not to read them under any circumstances, and said that if I did, she’d be watching my behavior closely afterward because I might turn violent... Comments like that made me stop talking to her about my hobbies.

As I’ve gotten older, we’ve had more arguments—for example, about what I’d like to study. This is a terrible issue because whenever I mention a career path that interests me, she dismisses it as a waste of time. For instance, there was a time I wanted to study advertising, but she told me to my face—"Why would you study that when you aren't creative *at all*?" She repeated this so often that I eventually let the dream die. Later, I realized I loved working with children and teaching them, so I brought up the idea of becoming a teacher; she told me I didn't have the patience for it and shouldn't waste my time studying for it. I reluctantly accepted that, but then I looked into speech therapy—only for her to start in again, saying the job was worthless, that I lack patience, and that I probably wouldn't find work anyway. So here I am, nearly 17 years old, not knowing what to do and unable to talk to my mom about any of it.

Another thing we argue about is my hair—it’s type 2B or something like that, so sometimes I get horrible knots or tangles when styling it. I get frustrated and say my hair is ugly or "crap" (just out of anger; I actually love it), and she always snaps back that *I’m* the ugly one and *I’m* the piece of crap because I don't have the right attitude to do absolutely anything.

Another issue comes up when I don't feel like going out... This stems from being bullied when I started secondary school, which gave me social anxiety; often, my "social battery" runs out and I just don't want to go out. Today, my mom asked me to go shopping, but I wasn't up for it mentally—I’d already been pushing my social limits for a few days. She got angry with me, saying I never spend time with her, that I’m just a selfish girl who doesn't deserve anything she’s done for me since I was born—calling me selfish and saying I never think about her.

She doesn't know about the bullying, but what she said really hurt, and I don't know if I’m the bad guy in this situation or what... I’d really appreciate it if someone could give me their opinion, please. And sorry for any grammatical errors; English isn't my first language.

PROBLEMS WITH MOM.

I’m not sure if this is the right forum for this, but I have no idea where else to post it, and ultimately, I just need some honest opinions.

I wanted to talk about my relationship with my mom. I’m a 16-year-old girl; I never had any issues with my mom during my childhood—I remember her always being affectionate and attentive. But since I turned 13 or 14, things have gotten really weird... She’s always been a very attentive mom who tries to help me however she can, but I think it’s reached a point where I can’t even talk to her about my hobbies (reading, watching movies, or writing) because I feel judged. She’s the type of person who, if I say I want to read a certain book, starts asking what it’s about in a really overwhelming way. I end up having to give every single detail of the plot—especially with "vanilla" romance novels—and the conversation usually ends with her saying I’m too young to read that kind of thing. I still remember when I got The Hunger Games for my 14th birthday; she told me not to read them under any circumstances, and said that if I did, she’d be watching my behavior closely afterward because I might turn violent... Comments like that made me stop talking to her about my hobbies.

As I’ve gotten older, we’ve had more arguments—for example, about what I’d like to study. This is a terrible issue because whenever I mention a career path that interests me, she dismisses it as a waste of time. For instance, there was a time I wanted to study advertising, but she told me to my face—"Why would you study that when you aren't creative *at all*?" She repeated this so often that I eventually let the dream die. Later, I realized I loved working with children and teaching them, so I brought up the idea of becoming a teacher; she told me I didn't have the patience for it and shouldn't waste my time studying for it. I reluctantly accepted that, but then I looked into speech therapy—only for her to start in again, saying the job was worthless, that I lack patience, and that I probably wouldn't find work anyway. So here I am, nearly 17 years old, not knowing what to do and unable to talk to my mom about any of it.

Another thing we argue about is my hair—it’s type 2B or something like that, so sometimes I get horrible knots or tangles when styling it. I get frustrated and say my hair is ugly or "crap" (just out of anger; I actually love it), and she always snaps back that *I’m* the ugly one and *I’m* the piece of crap because I don't have the right attitude to do absolutely anything.

Another issue comes up when I don't feel like going out... This stems from being bullied when I started secondary school, which gave me social anxiety; often, my "social battery" runs out and I just don't want to go out. Today, my mom asked me to go shopping, but I wasn't up for it mentally—I’d already been pushing my social limits for a few days. She got angry with me, saying I never spend time with her, that I’m just a selfish girl who doesn't deserve anything she’s done for me since I was born—calling me selfish and saying I never think about her.

She doesn't know about the bullying, but what she said really hurt, and I don't know if I’m the bad guy in this situation or what... I’d really appreciate it if someone could give me their opinion, please. And sorry for any grammatical errors; English isn't my first language.

Hi! I'm writing a book set in the last months of 2011 and 2012. Could someone who was a teenager during that time tell me what they remember about life? Like, things that were trendy, music, clothes, movies, apps... ANYTHING HELPS! 💜

Thanks!! 💗✨

Ayer me encontré con una "amiga" que después de graduarnos de la ESO dejo de hablarme sin más. Luego del último de clases nunca me habló, escribió ni llamó. Así que durante un tiempo era yo la que siempre le preguntaba por mensaje como estaba y que era de su vida.

Aver yo entiendo que hay gente q no necesita estar constantemente escribiéndole a sus amigos, pero la chica fue como q se olvidó de mi. Al final era tu siempre la que le escribía para saber cómo estaba y preguntaba y la que la felicitaba por su cumpleaños (aunque ella luego no lo hiciera), ni el día de navidad fue para mandarme el típico WhatsApp de feliz navidad q le mandas a todos tus contactos.

Y si, sé que en una amistad no siempre tú amigo tiene que estar encima tuya, pero tío que sea tú cumpleaños y ni siquiera se acuerde de mandarte un mensaje con dos palabras...

El caso ayer me la encontré y me dio un abrazo por detrás como si no lleváramos casi un año sin vernos y parecía feliz de verme?? Y osea yo no entendí nada porque fue ella la que simplemente cortó todos los lazos de amistad conmigo.

No sé a ustedes les paso algo así alguna vez? Y perdón por está biblia jeje