Thoughts. Musings. Electrical Synapses.

Borderline Personality Disorder, Self Harm and everything in between.

Estar vivo parece siempre el precio de algo.


This is my fourth day in LA, I feel numb and lost. I need a reason to hold on, most of the time I feel like returning home, particularly this time of year. I’m going to miss out on so much, and it hurts. He doesn’t see my pain, not even when I cry.

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Drastic changes approach, and I embrace them. A new life ahead, full of possibilities.


I wish I could sleep all this exhaustion off, but it will be there when I wake up.

There’s too much noise inside my head.

Hay palabras que no se las lleva el viento, esas destruyen, mutilan y dejan marcas indelebles en el alma.

Gravity Swing

Oscillating from despair to tranquility, from fear to bliss, from hatred to love, from insecurity to self assurance.

There I go every day, as and old clock that doesn’t keep time, but loses it to the irregular speed at which it swings.

The pendulum has blades, and sometimes, cuts my life shorter.

Advice from a friend:

“Don’t travel until you are ready to say goodbye.


This has always been a confusing thing for me: how long to wait until having sex with someone, or if waiting is rather pointless? Is there no right or wrong waiting time?

I would really like to read opinions on this.

“I love sleep. …

“I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I’m awake.”

Ernest Hemingway


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