“I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.”
— Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty
— Apprehensions, Sylvia Plath
[text ID: Is there no way out of the mind?]
Unfortunately, I don’t wanna rebuild bonds that I didn’t break. You crossed the line, I didn’t so I’m good.
Yo nunca, jamás, me alejo o me cierro porque sí. Algo pasó, algo noté, algo sentí, de algo me enteré. Siempre hay una razón.
