Well…who would have thought? I’m still alive.
Do I want to? Not really. But the fact that I haven’t done it must mean something, right?

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Well…who would have thought? I’m still alive.
Do I want to? Not really. But the fact that I haven’t done it must mean something, right?
Sometimes I truly believe I shouldn’t have made it this far, that the longer I stay the worse it’ll get. What if it never get’s better because I should’ve died that night.
unfortunately my nervous system can’t tell the difference between being suddenly abandoned and waiting for a text back.
I’ve said goodbye many times, more than I can count, but I’m still breathing for some reason. It’s gotten to a point where I’m just here, like a melody passing in the wind, with a tint of nostalgia and sadness, but at the same time so brief that you can’t quite catch what song it is.
I’m just here, living a life I didn’t quite planned living, for so I have long craved being buried away with my tears, finally putting to sleep these loud silence in my head.
I don’t know what I’m doing, my plans ended eight years ago. I’m tired, but Thanatos it’s still rejecting my hand every single night, I guess I will always be never-wanted, even by death itself.
Jueves 27, abril 2023
07:56 Me siento tan mal. ¿De verdad no puedo hacer nada bien? Quiero solo esconderme del mundo, abrazar mi soledad y hundirme con ella.
Domingo 23 de abril, 2023
23:27 Las voces siguen ahí, no me alientan para tomar más pastillas, pero siempre están pendientes cuando hago un error, para repetirlo mil veces en mi cabeza. No, no siento que mejore, pero al menos ya no estoy activamente buscando terminarlo todo.
Domingo 16 de abril, 2023
11:43 Aún debo vivir, aún si no es por mi
23:48 Por favor no me olviden cuando me vaya
Viernes 14 de abril, 2023
2:22 a.m. Me siento vacía. Debería tomar dos esta noche — Cansancio
11:26 a.m. Desperté. — Tristeza
18:34 p.m. Estoy cansada, solo paso fingiendo — Cansancio
23:53 p.m. Me odio — Resignación
Hace unos meses, cuando inicié psicoterapia con el psiquiatra, me dijo que sería bueno que anotara mis pensamientos, más cuando se me venían esas ideas intrusivas a mi mente, y que me ayudaría a ir asociando las cosas. Bueno, eso fue evolucionando y ahora escribo un poco de cómo mi corazón se siente, usualmente escribo cuando sangra más que cuando sana, pero quiero empezar con algo.
Mis primeras entradas solo eran pensamientos intrusivos, junto con la sensación o emoción que me brindaban esos pensamientos. Poco a poco se fueron convirtiendo en una vómito de sentimientos conforme pasaban los días, semanas y meses.
Lo quiero publicar por si alguna vez la soledad junto al Tánatos me llama a sus brazos, y en lugar de luchar les sonreiré y me acercaré para al fin bailar con ellos.
Gracias por leerlos, si es que alguien los lee como entretenimiento/aburrimiento. Si no, perdón a mi familia por tener que enterarse de lo que mi mente me gritaba en silencio de esta manera.
13 de abril 2023
6:56 a.m. “Estoy cansada, quiero dormir para siempre” — Calma
12:00 p.m. “¿Sentirme feliz? Una basura — Enojo
12:05 p.m. “No soy feliz con quien me he convertido” — Tristeza
I will be hard to love.
Not because I will be cruel to you (know that I would die all the little deaths that come your way, pressing them to my chest like stolen letters, inhaling the pain to spare you discomfort) but because
I will be cruel to myself
And you will have to watch.
I stumble into sabotage
So like a ballroom: my lying assurances
Dancing the night away —
my love, you will have to pull me off the bathroom floor.
I looked bewildered at my agony
And knew only what I was afraid to lose.
You will hold me and I will apologize again
And again, and again. You kiss my apologies on the forehead
And send them kindly on their way.
I will be hard to love
Because I have made it that way. But
I squeeze your hand in the parking lot
And know that difficulty is nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing to a adoring soul.
People are scared of thunder and lightning, but strangely I find them calming. “The world might finally come to an end… as I wished.” It feels like I’m stuck, but I don’t know how to get out. That’s probably why I hope everything ends all at once. “I’m not unhappy but I’m not happy either. I wouldn’t care if the world ended now. Everyone is on their way to their graves, so why everyone is so happy and excited?” Sometimes, I think that people who are damaged are much more honest than those who live their lives happily.
These nights I’ve just lay in bed, pondering if I should take another pill, it wouldn’t kill me, right? Even if it does, it’ll be better than just surviving like I’ve been doing the past few years.
i can’t see myself old, i just see myself disappearing across the years.
Siempre pienso “nunca debí pasar más allá de mis 18 años”. Debí haberlo hecho aquella noche.
Sometimes it's just feels like I am a burden for everyone, even for myself
17 / 12 / 22
Es una noche fría, con una brisa que pronostica una suave llovizna que nunca termina de caer.
He empezado a escribir mis cartas, las cartas de adioses y perdones. “Cartas” si es que puedes llamarles así a un borrador en tu aplicación de Notas del celular.
Escribo cosas que nunca tuve agallas de decir en voz alta, a personas que toman un gran pedazo en mi corazón pero no el suficiente para llenar el gran vacío en él.
Esta noche el primero se titula: Mamá.