"Loving in silence what will never be mine."
sixteen / infp / Hufflepuff / Chile / 707
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Category: Life
No sé quién soy Hoy me miré al espejo y no me reconocí No sé quién soy La persona que veo ahí no es yo Todo lo que hago, todo lo que digo, es prestado Me duele tanto sentirme así Como si dentro mío hubiera un vacío que no puedo llenar Cada decisión me da miedo “No sé si lo hago porque quiero yo, o porque alguien espera que lo haga”. Es aterrador sentirse perdido dentro de uno mismo. Caminar » Continue Reading
Category: Podcast
Hay días en que siento que no estoy en mi propio cuerpo, que estoy atrapada en recuerdos que no pedí traer de vuelta, un golpe, un ruido, un grito, o incluso un silencio pesado, me tiran de golpe a un lugar que creí olvidado y d repente estoy ahí, temblando, respirando mal, sintiendo miedo, rabia, dolor… y nadie me ve, nadie sabe lo que duele estar atrapada en tu propia cabeza. El estrés postraumá... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
On the other side of the room, your voice pierces my bones. I don’t want to hear it. I want to tear it out, devour it, make it bleed like I bleed. I hate your hair. I hate your voice. I hate your scent. I hate how your voice chews my heart, how it rips it, shatters it, leaves it empty. Dead with pain, I veil your absence. I never felt your presence. I miss something » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
My dear, I have loved you more than I have ever loved myself. I have loved you with absurd faith, with my nails dug into nothing, knowing every gesture of mine would vanish before it ever reached you. I have given you everything my voice, my hours, my body folded into useless offerings, my blood turned into ink just to write you. And all of it only to remain outside, watching your eyes pass over m... » Continue Reading
Category: Podcast
For as long as I can remember, I have been alone. Since I was five, when I stopped being “pretty and sweet” for my mother, loneliness became my only companion. Even the memories I try to recall are just shadows; I want to long for something warm and safe, but the truth is it never existed. I was a child, yes, but children can be alone too, and nobody talks about it. Nobody sees how abandonment and... » Continue Reading
Category: Podcast
There’s a storm inside me that never fully sleeps. I’ve learned that what I feel is intense, chaotic, and sometimes terrifying, not because I want it to be, but because that’s how my mind works. This is called Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), a name that tries to put words to my chaos. Those of us who live with BPD feel everything more intensely. Happiness can turn into ecstasy, sadness into... » Continue Reading
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