6 días ESTÚPIDA

Could it be...?

I’m sad to say that a significant degree of mistreatment has a magical touch that pushes the sense of opportunity in me. It’s a horrible demon, really. I need to talk about it and work through it…

But the truth is that now I'm really down and in 6 days there are two important events. I feel so stupid that I shouldn't even be breathing.

Regret after regret, looking for promises and definitions, to go out and make something out of it, trying to understand what happened. But it reached a point where it’s just… praxis.

The easy solution is always near. Meanwhile, I want the deserved company based on what I give to others. I'm always overexerting myself for relationships, always thinking I did something wrong, and when I didn’t, I review everything until I find something and dwell on it.

I want friends who love themselves and love me. Who know themselves and know me. Who deserve and are deserving of me. Nothing from above.

To share life and my demons with a partner who loves and knows themselves.

To march and discuss with my friends.

But I don’t find myself through lament, but through construction, and I’m glad I can affirm that.