Life is unfair

kill yourself or get over it.

"... before I'll be your dog
I'll see you in your grave."

Quién me quitará la dicha, la dicha de estarte viendo?

Amorfa.

I feel the weight of loneliness and fear clinging to the fat over my ribs every night. I'd rather avoid sleeping for now.

"Je peux si tu veux..."

How I wish...

1.- to collapse on the sand and feel the cool night breeze across my stomach and after that your hand, or nothing at all. Nothing but the illusion of being whole and full of time to come and beauty to know.

2.- to be convinced that it was one of the best days of my entire existence, without having to acknowledge I was so many steps behind.

3.- to stride beside and not behind. To talk with pride and not be intimidated by all the things I don't know.

4.- to not consider other alternatives to the current storyline and embrace what I've been given the chance to live.

5.- to not hold songs on repeat.

6.- to have no memory.

7.- to have no thirst.

Pánico.