I swear it's not my fault.
This isn't what it seems like.
I swear I'm a good person.
Or so I think so.
Everyday I feel more blinded by her
and my self hatred grows more and more.
Please, don't try to save me.
It's my fault.










The background is a photo of a part of my house edited. Today it rained the whole time.

It was my mom's birthday. Yippie.

I started a fanfic about Rocío recovering because...I want to be happy man

And that's all. In 3 days I'm coming back to school. Well, really now it's 2 days.

I survived another day.

Hope you did too.