
Extrañarte es mi necesidad, vivo en la desesperanza desde que tu ya no vuelves mas. Sobrevivo por pura ansiedad, con el nudo en la garganta y es que no te dejo de pensar. Poco a poco el corazón va perdiendo la fe, perdiendo la voz…
I hate my stomach and my thighs. I hate my hair and my teeth. I hate how my clothes look on me, I hate how much make-up I wear. I hate my voice. I hate how I talk to people. I hate my personality. I hate that everything gets to me and I care too much. I hate that I’m never smart enough. I hate that I’m not enough for anyone. I hate that everyone leaves me. I just want to be everything that I’m not.




