Fuckk the saying “I’m not broken, just bent.” 
No. I am fuckin broken. But you know what?? One day, maybe months from now, I will pick up my pathetic little shattered pieces and glue them back together. I may not be the same as I was before this, but I will be okay. And until that day comes, I will continue to lie to myself and say that I’m fine. Because maybe one day, I’ll begin to fuckin believe it. 

September 14, 2014. 5:25pm (via youknow-me-not-my-story)

"¡Mañana!" ¿De dónde me venía aquel mensaje? ¿Quién fue capaz de encontrar entre tantas palabras inútiles la única que podía salvarme? "Mañana".