Martes 30 de diciembre
No había recurrido a mis viabilidades clínicas continuamente, es decir si, un medicamento es este documento, pero, no me dio tiempo absolutamente nada de tiempo. He trabajado mucho, estudiado poco, he vivido mucho, pero he crecido muy poco. Abuelo ha muerto, me he sentido mal, no he llorado y creo que no estoy bien totalmente. Pero la sistematización de la sociedad me ha golpeado y arrastrado a todo. He cumplido metas, no he me matado. ¡Maldición no he escrito! Me ahogo, pero es lo que se puede hacer. Intentar ser. solo eso.
Creo que mañana si escribiré mejor, hoy solo quería contarme cosas, puesto que nadie me lee, he de escribirme, leerme, consolarme.
Intentar, siempre eso.
Tuesday, December 30th
I hadn't been constantly consulting my clinical viability studies; I mean, yes, this document is a medication, but I haven't had the time, absolutely no time. I've worked a lot, studied little, lived a lot, but grown very little. Grandfather died, I felt bad, I didn't cry, and I don't think I'm completely okay. But the systematization of society has hit me hard and dragged me into everything. I've achieved goals, I haven't killed myself. Damn it, I haven't written! I'm drowning, but it's what you can do. Try to be. That's all.
I think I'll write better tomorrow; today I just wanted to tell myself things, since no one reads me, I have to write to myself, read to myself, console myself.
Try, always that.
