What a cruel year. I thought life was finally getting better, but instead, this became the year that broke me the most. One month until 2027, and I’m mentally and emotionally exhausted, with nothing left to give.
No, no quiero tus contraseñas.
Quiero respeto. No quiero ser jamás la burla de otra mujer, que ninguna pueda decirimira, el novio de ella me escribe, me reacciona, me da like o me busca".
Eso es lo mínimo.
Never try to meet a man at a level of maturity he hasn’t reached yet. When you operate from grace and he operates from ego, he will misinterpret everything you do to fit his own delusion.
I’m not offended when someone misunderstands me anymore. what gets interesting is watching how confidently they describe a version of me they clearly invented themselves.
being misunderstood while you’re already struggling is a different kind of exhaustion. now you have to survive what’s happening inside you and defend yourself from everyone who thinks you’re just being difficult.
I stopped arguing with people who never take accountability. No matter how clear the situation is, somehow everything becomes somebody else’s fault. I’m not wasting my time trying to make people own what they already know they did. I just stay out their way and let them be who they choose to be.