Dark side of clouds

Y no es tan fácil comprender

i still remember the day i just cracked crossing the street. i was sending a voice message to my friend just venting about the situation until i couldn't take it anymore and started crying. i was upset about everything. i was hurt, i felt stupid, i didn't know what to do, i felt lonely, i was confused, i felt worthless, i wanted to run, i wanted a cigarette, i wanted to scream, i wanted to get in bed. everything was about me in that brief moment, it was my feelings just flooding me. world was indeed falling over my head, i felt it pulsing and my voice was so raw. i just kept going, that day i sent like twelve not-exactly-short voice messages from the place i was in until i got home. i couldn't stop talking. what was i going to do now? what was i going to do with all those feelings, with all that information? where would i store them? should i just forget about it and pretend it was never there? how could i get back to normal?

Esperé tu mensaje mucho tiempo, pero un día, me levanté por la mañana, acepté que todo había acabado y seguí adelante; es hoy y aún no has escrito, tomé la mejor decisión.

No me mató, pero me dan ganas de morir cada vez que lo recuerdo.

next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th

Since it’s now August 20, 2020… The next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th:

Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Tumblr post with this many notes. See you all in April!