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Yes, I'm in my period. May be one of the worst periods of my life. It's not new for those who know me that I have issues, BIG issues. Recently I've been tested by everything and in every way: health, family, friends, job, my city... Everything looks bad or at least pointless.

I've decided to go back to therapy because the medication is not enough to be fine. I'm a fucking fighter and a survivor of this world and myself. Yes, I know thats corny but suck it, bitches, this ain't gonna kill me.

I feel destroyed and I know the root of my problems: my father, la Abuelita Jubilada Alanona, who have decided to hate me without a real reason. Well, he can eat his own resenment because I'm not his fucking toilet.

Right now I desperately need to be fine more than never.

The difficult part of this is to accept the fact that I'm alone at the end of the day, and I can't count on the person who's soppose to love me unconditionally. That's hard, wish me luck.

It's hard to be fine when you live in the worst city in the world where you can be tortured and killed anytime, It's hard when your best friends are having the worst time too, when you have to live by your own, when you have to go out and do your responsabilities even when you're feeling like shit. It's hard to make and effort to live everyday.

Sometimes I feel so mad about this, so angry with mu father, with the happy ones, with me because I strongly belive that nobody should be unhappy (well, almost nobody, may be this fucking killer president form my country). I know that there's people having even worst times, but it's not comfort.

I know there's people who loves me, who is there for me, but when you are like I am, everything stays out of you, doesn't pass your skin. I thank them anyways because I know that's one thing to fight for. Love you, gurls!

So lets fight in this Mundo del Ni Modo.

What a whinny bitch, right?