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My Two Instant Thoughts

When small things crush me, this is what I immediately think: I’m simply not meant for happiness & Why do X & Y never have any failures like mine?; they don’t work hard at all and things go well for … Continue reading

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With Tears…Again.

I wish there could be a week in which I wouldn’t cry, a week in which I could only feel happiness. In fact, I don’t even want happiness, I just don’t want to feel any despair or anger. I want … Continue reading

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Crying Over Small Things

There are days when small things are huge. On Saturday, I cried because I ordered a bad chai latte. I cried because the coconut milk I chose made my drink watery. On Sunday morning, I realised I’ve started taking my … Continue reading

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Sentimiento

It’s not a complex feeling as I’d like to pretend; it’s clear, simple, and unwanted. It’s sadness stained with a bit of joy (how I wish it could be the opposite). It’s only sadness disguised by the brightness of the … Continue reading

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Tired, Renewed and Loved

    There are days when I’m tired…tired of tiredness, tired of people, tired of Silvia trying to understand people, tired of thinking that people mean well. Am I as selfish as I think some people around me behave? Probably! … Continue reading

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Once I am There…At Daily Mass

It is always worth it, no matter how hard it feels sometimes. It is always inspiring, even in the darkest and grayest days. It always strengthens me and consoles me. It makes me feel blessed and I smile…my tears are … Continue reading

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Miedo

Sometimes I’m fearful. I wake-up at midnight and I’m afraid. I wake-up in the morning and I’m afraid. It’s a strange fear because I’m not sure what I’m afraid of. Maybe I do know it, but I refuse to acknowledge … Continue reading

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