Bueno, mierdas pasan. Y yo estoy condicionada a ellas

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1. Well, shit happens. And I am conditioned by it.

And it hurts. Realizing I'm not capable. I can't be smart. I can't be important.

And I'm sad . And it devastates me. But also, there's nothing else I could do about it. So I shall suffer this till I die.

Because giving my best doesn't work either . Spending long and cold nights, trying to find that key that will unlock my door, that little bit else behind it that I can't reach. Getting nothing else but a huge ass headache.

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