martes de a delulu convo with myself

Is it wrong that my favorite scene from my time in Buenos Aires is of me lying on top of a boy with his T-shirt on, waxing his eye-brows while he looks at me and talks about life with his hand in my back and salsa music in the background?

Am I being a hypocrite if I voluntarily paused my activism for my mental health? Or am I being tibia?

I'm still grieving friendships, situationships and healing from my last romantic relationship

I'm still politically active and in my delulu mind, a fashion icon

Yes, I go to therapy

Yes, I'm a gym sis

Yes, I check my breathing

The idea of only being creative when sad haunts me

-even though I'm not sad right now- (this could be why I stopped being consistent)

I stopped smoking!! yeih¡¡??

also le bajé al drinking!!!

I've been talking to this boy for about 2-3 months and we only met twice, 2-3 months ago

I do like him

-wish the eight thousand kilometers we have from each other could be just eight centimeters-

My hair is cute today

Sometimes I think that my hatred of men will not allow me to love one again

to trust one over again

to let him hold me while I pluck his eye-brows with salsa music in the background

maybe that is why I like women, lol

I get frustrated with the tiniest inconvenience

as if the world is going to end

as if I'm in the setting of Climax or Leave the World behind

maybe if I've always dreamt of being a singer, I should start doing something about it

maybe?

I couldn't help but wonder that maybe I'm the reason for my so-called "problems".

lol what I would do to have the Carrie Bradshaw, more like the Candance Bushnell career and recognition

what if I jump?

actually, I don't want to die anymore

wtf that I was pregnant once.

and just like that dejo de pensar en inglés y les finalizo este pseudo update

gracias por leer

gracias por existir

gracias por estar

besito de martes,

Cath.