I know you'll cry.

I know it'll break your heart.

But, yes, darling, I know you'll be okay.

We'll both be okay.

You might hate me know.

It's fine.

I still love you with all my heart.

Hating will pass.

And, eventually, you'll forget me.

It's hard for me to explain why.

It's easier to say there's no reason.

But I don't want to lie to you.

I did what I did because I'm broken.

I hurt people I love.

I hurt them bad,

Until they are as broken as I am.

I love you the most.

And I just broke you in two.

He knew that everybody hated him, but that was something that didn't really bothered him; he had long learned how to live with it. It sure hadn't been always that way, but he couldn't even remember the moment when it all changed. Maybe and just maybe he had always been a weird and creepy kid.

(Translated from Spanish)

Yesterday it's just a memory.

Why do we put so much effort trying to excuse ourselves for what we did in the past?

I'm not the same person as I was yesterday.

I'm not even the same person I was when I woke up a few hours ago.

Why do we give it the power to imact us that much?

I just don't get it.

Goodbye, 2020.

You sucked.

I wish you had been different.

I wish everything had been different.

But life is tough and unexpected.

Terrifying, yet amazing.

And one cannot choose what'll happen.

And that's okay.

So here's to anothe one.

To a new year full of challenges.

And hoppefully, a new year full of opportunities.

Here I come, 2021.

I am ready for you.

Do you know that feeling when you know something is about to happen and there's nothing you can possibly do to stop it?

Anxiety mixed up with relief.

Because if you can't control it,

It can't be your fault.

Anxiety and relief, the feelings of today.

I'm just somebody trying to keep going.

Trying to defeat the blank page, day after day.

To write one more sentence.

And then another one.

And another.

I'm just somebody trying to take one more photo.

To go out one more day.

To be inspired once more.

And when all that is done,

I will be just somebody starting again.

Trying again.

But today I feel like trying,

Trying to describe my feelings.

Feelings that I try to hide.

Hide from myself.

Myself and my others.

Others who know better.

Better than me.

Don't you ever want it all to end?

Don't you ever feel too tired to even try again?

Don't you ever feel as if it wasn't worth it?

Does anyone know what the hell are we supposed to do?

I guess not.

We are all just trying so hard to pretend we know, aren't we?

But nobody knows.

Is it even worth it?

Don't you ever want to end it all?

I used to like Sunday. It was the day where you could be lazy and do absolutely nothing without no one judging you. I liked doing nothing.

Now that everyday feels like a Sunday I don't like it anymore. It's not fun anymore.

I want to be able to do things again like going out to dinner with my friends.

I want to be able to decide to stay at home just because I feel like it.

I wish everything could go back to normal.

I wish I could enjoy a Sunday again.

But not today.