01
Zeno, SDLG, mi novia, chistes malos... desvelarme dormir muxooo, leer y escribir, literatura, novelas visuales. NANA LTWA THE ROOKIE

I likee
Kdramas, romantic animes.. talk with my bsf , Using my mom's cell phone to watch stupid things and make bad jokeeeessss

DNI
sas fonts to talk, anti/hater of my favs, you are homophobic, ghosters, you take sarcasm seriously, you make bad jokes with BAD intentions

what I wish
be happy with my family, friends and others, have my best friends for life, that Nana has an end, that Blackpink never breaks up, at least not now... that my favs are famous forever, be a millionaire in Garam (bot) hehe


My day
Today I woke up with that strange knot in my chest, as if something were wrong and I didn't even know what. I sat down in front of the computer reluctantly, just out of inertia, intending to "do something," even if it was just staring at the screen without thinking. Everything felt gray, slow. I checked social media, closed tabs, and opened others without meaning. Even my coffee tasted boring.

10 at night
It's 10 p.m. The house is still just as quiet, the chair just as uncomfortable, but I'm... okay. Not perfect, but okay. Sometimes, even in a lonely room in front of a screen, something can change. Today I didn't go out, I didn't do anything "big," but I found small moments that saved my day. And that, in the end, is more than I expected.

My problems
When I feel anxious and troubled I think "I'm tired, why continue?" And I write anything in the chat, when I talk to my friends and that happens I feel tension, I do anything and that feeling goes away, today I blocked several of them... some very precious ones spoke to me back but I just let them go... it's weird.


lf Kenshin on garam
03
mmmmmm loskiero mucho naieli aletsis i anni en espesial #Resiennasida

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I remember when summers were endless and the world fit on a bicycle. When a popsicle could fix a bad day, and sleeping late was the best adventure. Sometimes I miss that: the lightness of not understanding everything, and just feeling.

04
Music has this strange way of playing where no one can see. Sometimes I don't even understand why a song makes me cry if it doesn't say anything about me... and yet it still moves through me. It's as if, for a moment, someone out there felt the same way I did, without even knowing who I was.

05
There are people who don't arrive with noise or promises. They just exist. And little by little, without you even realizing it, they become home. Friends who don't need to talk every day to stay there, who understand your silences, who send you memes when you don't even know how you are.