Hola cabrones ya volví. Vine a ver donde iban a haber bloqueos mañana y ahora vuelvo a cerrar está app de mierda. Es mala para mí salud mental pero los amo a todos.
Holy fucking shit I don't update my calendar enough there are so many anniversaries coming up ladies ladies there's not a piece of me for everyone what the hell feels like I got hit by a bus
I don't know at all who that guy is. I see him in the mirror and he looks at me like I know something but I don't. I'll figure out who he is I just, gotta power through. There's a lot of life left to figure that out so, I'll focus on the now. And now I go to sleep. Night night.
It's a weird thing, this feeling. Everything feels so distant, so foreign and odd. The guy in the mirror doesn't feel like me, but who else could it be? And what is he doing next?
One of my core memories is of me walking down the street with my cousin, seeing an androgynous looking person, asking him "hey do you thinks that's a guy or a girl?" He responds "Does it matter?" And we high five. I love my pansexual cousin
Algo que me enoja es cuando la persona más heterosexual que he visto en mi video se intenta unir a mis chistes gay. No Daniel, tu no disfrutas "tu madre tiene una polla (transexual) parodia bajo del mar" de la misma manera que yo lo hago. No es lo mismo.