All this thing is giving me too many feelings, and I hate feelings.
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All this thing is giving me too many feelings, and I hate feelings.
Siento como se va acabando el tiempo, y como poco a poco se acerca la muerte de mi pequeña burbuja.
why do i get easily obsessed with things?? and then I can’t stop thinking about it? even in my dreams. It’s so annoying. It’s always the same, I find a new “thing” that catch my attention, and then I’m thinking about it 24/7.
Also I'm feeling so unreal. Not only myself but everything feels unreal. Like I'm in a dream but I'm not myself. And I have to wake up. I have to wake up.
So... That wasn't a dream. Estoy demasiado confundida conmigo misma. Porque es, a fin de cuentas, exactamente lo que quería. Entonces ¿por qué me siento tan incómoda al respecto?. "When you get what you want but not what you need" ... so... what the fuck do I really need??
My life is so fucking boring
I can’t believe this is real life
i have so much hate inside me
Uno de los mayores problemas que he tenido últimamente al momento de pensar en una historia para escribir es que... no pienso con palabras?, letras?, no pienso en literatura sino en tomas, planos, escenas, colores, sentimientos, sonidos... No en historias que se puedan simplemente escribir, pero historias que son necesarias ver, que se tienen que sentir.
Ah... estoy tan limitada.