#golpe

And, also...

PSA: If you receive a suspicious message from an account like this one that I will show, DON'T SEND HATE TO THEM!!! Instead that, report them for their and yours all good.

They were likely unlucky people, like me, who had the displeasure of falling into the trap. If they are lucky enough to contact REAL SUPPORT and get the account back, please give them a chance to explain, if you didn't block them already. They will probably been traumatized and scared enough to try fix an error that was already out of their control.

Here is what happened to me as a warning for who reads this. I got scammed recently, after some user sent me this message and asked to contact with a supposed support from Tumblr to resolve a "problem", and, if I didn't, my account could be banned permanently, which got me really scared because I never did anything in any social media I have.

As the result of that, in the final, after I contacted the scammer, I had lost a lot of money in the process and my account stolen, which they tried to use to make more victims with the same kind of message, even pretending to be their friends to get positive results with that.

By the way, I tried to contact everyone who received the message and didn't block me yet after all (which I really understand If they did), to explain my situation and/or advise to not contact with them, and I am taking all appropriate measures so far.

Amar a alguien no tendría que implicar que te pierdas a ti mismo en el proceso. No debería doler al punto de arrancarte pedazos del alma, ni exigirte que sacrifiques lo que eres, lo que sientes o lo que alguna vez te hizo sentir completo. El amor, en su forma más sincera, no te desarma ni te deja vacío… pero a veces pasa.

A veces te das cuenta de que, sin querer, fuiste cediendo demasiado: tus silencios, tus ganas, tu esencia. Te adaptaste tanto, diste tanto, esperaste tanto… que cuando miras hacia adentro, ya casi no te reconoces. Y duele, porque no fue de golpe, fue lento… como si te hubieras ido apagando sin notarlo.

Y entonces entiendes, con una tristeza difícil de explicar, que amar así no era justo. Que no debiste tener que romperte para sostener algo. Que el amor no debería sentirse como una pérdida constante de ti mismo, como si cada día te quedaras con un poco menos.