Hoy me siento raro, no puedo explicar que tipo de "raro" me siento, tal vez raro de triste o raro de melancólico, es como ese vacío que persiste en el pecho aunque todo esta bien, tengo una vida buena un novio que me ama y yo amo, estudio la universidad, tengo amigos, pero la sensación de tristeza muy en el fondo me sigue invadiendo. Por que no puedo dejar de sentir este vacío? Este vacío me consu... » Continue Reading
If you ask me, I'm quite childish. I cry over small things. I'm dependent and clingy, although I generally try to suppress it. People tend to be a bit cruel when they see someone "immature." The only person I don't hold back with is my boyfriend. He usually takes great care of me, from cooking for me to brushing my hair to showering me with affection. He even lets me stay close to him all the time... » Continue Reading
I don't even know why, maybe because I really can't get angry or feel sad, and I've reached the point of not knowing how I feel, I simply feel a great disgust, it's not even emotional disgust, it's literally physical discomfort. That familiar lump in your throat when you want to cry disappears and turns into nausea, headache, sometimes even pain. I think it would be so much easier if I just cried ... » Continue Reading