I kept drinking…

I kept drinking because I wanted to drown myself into something other than melancholy.

I kept drinking because I needed to stop thinking about cutting my own skin and take my heart out, to let the blood flow and let breath these wounds that I often cover.

I kept drinking to forget about the scars that still covered my body.

I kept drinking to forget all the places your hands have ever been on me.

I kept drinking because it was the only way I felt alive.

I kept drinking because sometimes I didn’t want to feel alive, I wanted numbness. I wanted to feel numb and see blurry all over, to not picture every damn detail about you.

I kept drinking because I have the certainty that years ago ended the party of our story and today I noticed I am still hangover.

Thoughts and writings

Gabriela Christina Díaz View All →

Nacida en Puerto Rico, pero soy ciudadana del Mundo. Escribo para vaciar el ruido de mi mente y me llena el corazón que alguien le toque de alguna forma lo que escribo. Pues de nada me sirve escribir si lo que escribo no conmueve un alma. No escribo muchas paradojas porque yo soy la paradoja en sí. Soy un poco controversial en mi manera de expresarme, pero escribo y me expreso de una forma transparente, desde lo más sincero de mis adentros.

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