Tag Archives: sadness

My Mornigs at the Bus Stop This Fall

I wake up in the darkness, and I feel like I’m dying. I just want to die, go back to bed and never wake up. I wish I could take my Munequito with me and go as far away as … Continue reading

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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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Wanting, Wanting…

I want to be Alma and run through the green grass. I want to be my Avi’s little muñeca again, and fall sleep in his belly. I want to sit in the dining room’s table doing my homework while 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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The Harvest Of Your Love

Early in the morning, with the shining darkness I open my eyes to check on the crop: it breaths, it’s warm, it’s so beautiful that I feel guilty to water it so early.   During the day, with a blanket … Continue reading

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