María

Forcing yourself to stay, even when there's no love left, turns you into a ruthless monster. You'll find yourself justifying inexcusable behaviors, offering vacant apologies, looking numbly at tearful eyes.

If you really believe you 'owe' nothing to anyone then late stage capitalism hasn't taught you anything about individualism. And how it is nothing more than a filthy lie.

I often wonder how much of my life I've unconsciously erased, how much of myself I've forgotten. Most of the time, the memories appear as lightning, vanishing as soon as they arrive, leaving a sense of uneasiness behind.

Extraño los momentos en los que sentía que mi vida se acababa porque un imbécil había decidido engañarme. Extraño el consumirme por los sentimientos, sentirlos profundos, crudos, eternos. La libertad de ignorar el ruido de fuera y sumergirme completamente en mi misma.

As much as it pains me to accept it, I have come to the realization that there must be something utterly and irrevocably wrong with me.