Twenty-Four hours a day is the amount of time my anxiety acts up against me. It's no one's fault but my own. I have failed to learn how to take care of myself and I try to take care of others as well. At the end of the day, everyday, I feel like a complete failure. But I wake up every morning again as if the day will be a success. One day it will be. One day there will be great success for me and I can look at my reflection and feel succesful.
I feel like such a child, so helpless and so alone. I look into your eyes and there is nothing in your spirit that has me. There is nothing that exists for me inside your beautiful soul, but I keep looking. I am looking for something that could exist. And I pick apart everything. And I will ruin everything because I can't just be in this. I can't just live. I am in the past, the future and I neglect the present.
I neglect and ignore all the words you sya to me, all the things you do for me.
Lo siento, mi amor.
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