This journal is just for me to browse communities. 
Though you can add me on tumblr.

*sigh* I don't even know where to begin, but I think I'm gonna have to start from the day after because I need to write this whole experience down and make record of it.

Beware: FUCKING LONG ASS entry, lots of blurry cellphone pics and my weird narrative.
( EPIC DAY WAS EPIC )

When I was 17 and living the the US, about 4 years ago, I had a rough patch of depression; though at the time, it didn't really feel like it was that bad, and honestly , I had no reason to be sad because moving there had been my choice. I had a roof, I had food, I was going to school, and yet I felt miserable most of the time. Yes, it's a different ( Read more... )

Y tu voz que madura,
Y tu voz quemadura,
Y tu  bosque madura,
Y tu voz quema, dura,

como el hielo de vidrio
como el grito de hielo