hasta donde llega eso del síndrome? necesitaré realmente ese apoyo psicoterapeutico? o no me volverán más loca

No sé, estuve tanto tiempo sola que no sé siento que un día quizás todo se acabe

Se me hizo raro que me escribieran tanto espontáneamente 

O algo así o quizás le di color hoy

Pero really remo que tarde o temprano se den cuenta y se vayan para siempre

Así como todxs los anteriores.

Nothing stays forever. 

That is why it hurts because you had other feeling before being alone. And feeling lonely about it. 

I don't know what I want.

What if I think I know but what I want is just him to leave home?

Blaming on others 

my self-limitations

While writing this... 

 I See again the Sun shining 

With this cold and I know it's the night already 

The sun I was rejecting for getting pleasure somewhere else 

dreaming of what I can't have

Rejecting it for being too Sticky, according to my opinion

the sun

The toxicity

I don't know nothing.