Como luceros fríos

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

02 April, 2008

Therapist is out of the office this week and feel like tearing my skin off. More than usual, I mean.

I wish I weren't so paralyzed all the fucking time. I wish I could have said and done the things I wanted. But sometimes (most of the time) I can't move and I can't speak, I just go on autopilot. My eyes are burning and I don't know what the fuck I'm trying to say. Sunday has come early this week, it seems.


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