I’d like to believe that my pain has a purpose. And that purpose is to make something beautiful out of it. But it could just as well be true that it is nothing more than an obstacle at any chance I’ll ever get of being a happy, well-adapted human being. …

I don’t feel as bad as I did the last time I wrote. But things are just as bad, if not worse because more time has passed. They could certainly be worse. I could have a way worse hangover, not even tried to get back on track and be lying…

I feel such relief knowing nobody is reading this. I am… not exactly great. I spent most of Thursday sobbing while trying to force myself to “work”. Often when I hear people say they’ve cried for hours, I dismiss it as hyperbole, but I quite literally cried for hours. I…

I don’t feel any hope or excitement about the future right now. …

I’ve always liked my mom better than my dad. I’ve always loved her more. If my dad died, I think I’d be sad, but part of me would also be relieved. If my mom died, I’d be devastated. I know my mom better. I understand her sadness better. My dad…

A few years ago, I found out that every single mall of a particular chain in my country has a built-in oratory. I believe it’s because the founder was an Opus-Dei (an obscure and very influential faction of Catholicism in Chile), and they are required to pray at certain hours…