You like me. You like me. Look up if you like me. Look up if you like me. Look up if you like me.

What I’m most afraid of is that feeling. The feeling of being alone; of being lost. That feeling when you have absolutely no idea what’s going on inside of you. When everything just stays the same. When you feel lost while you’re just sitting in your room. When you’re just completely empty inside and you can actually feel it.

VOLVÍ AL PRINCIPIO, VOLVÍ A LO DE ANTES, ME SIENTO FRUSTRADA, NO CAMBIÉ NADA, NO PROGRESÉ NADA. NUNCA ME LLEGÓ A PASAR NADA QUE CAMBIASE ALGO AL MENOS, DESPUÉS DE TANTOS INTENTOS NADA CAMBIÓ, QUIERO QUE CAMBIE QUIERO QUE CAMBIE, QUIERO CAMBIAR, QUIERO QUE CAMBIE DE UNA VEZ. NO LO SOPORTO MÁS.

(necesito que alguien me diga que todo va a estar bien.)

And in that exact moment she realized she was actually lonely and couldn't help it: "Another wasted night, alone with my tears again", she thought.

fuck it

shut the fuck up

i'm fucked

fuck off

fucking hell

i don't give a fuck

that's fucked up.