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16 años. Solo un número, nada importante o significativo, no eres mejor o peor persona por tener más o menos edad, hay personas muy viejas que son tan o inclusive más estúpidas que adolescentes.
Cuando la gente me pregunta quién me crió no sé bien qué responder, a veces pienso que la casualidad, mis errores, mis caídas y las veces que me he levantado y he empezado otra vez, pero no me idenidentifico con mis raices (por raíces entiendase familia) los veo a todos tan desepcionados de si mismos, yo por el contrario me siento orgullosa de lo que soy y de lo que seré, de los errores de otros igual puedes aprender tú. Hay un tiempo que ya no
recuerdo, lo pasé tan mal que supongo mi olvido es un bien para mí. Soy cristiana, no fanática ni religiosa, no confundan. ♡

kaandycrush:

la mejor serie del mundo!<3

kaandycrush:

la mejor serie del mundo!<3

lohgan:

This sums up my life pretty well

lohgan:

This sums up my life pretty well

revenez:

alyssaanaconda:

vichious:

longen:

sonnengekuesst:

how comes i didn’t have this on my blog already

this is what it feels like to have a depression i mean it literally feels like a monster in your body that needs to get out, one way or another 

this gives me the chills

i feel like its the opposite actually, the monster is on the outside, consuming you, making you nothing; forgotten and you fight your hardest trying to come out, showing the world that whats portrayed isnt you. yelling screaming pushing but no one can hear you because youre on the inside

these two different interpretations are both so valid omg this could be a picture of depression trying to scape me or me trying to escape it it’s like a paradox of sad

revenez:

alyssaanaconda:

vichious:

longen:

sonnengekuesst:

how comes i didn’t have this on my blog already

this is what it feels like to have a depression i mean it literally feels like a monster in your body that needs to get out, one way or another 

this gives me the chills

i feel like its the opposite actually, the monster is on the outside, consuming you, making you nothing; forgotten and you fight your hardest trying to come out, showing the world that whats portrayed isnt you. yelling screaming pushing but no one can hear you because youre on the inside

these two different interpretations are both so valid omg this could be a picture of depression trying to scape me or me trying to escape it it’s like a paradox of sad