Como luceros fríos

Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos.

16 March, 2008

All right, let's shut the fuck up about all that "survivor" shit, now, why don't we? It's stupid. It doesn't empower me. What's so special about not having died? Do I deserve a cookie for not having killed myself? I mean, what the fuck did I survive for? This? It can't be this. There's nothing here. I fought and I tried and the end result a ridiculous, empty life and a lot of crying to this dramajournal. It never gets any easier and it never gets any better. Congratulations. Go me.


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