Conozco a la gente con sólo mirarle. Es como si fueran un código 
No pasan más de 10 minutos antes de que bien sea vaya regando todo y armando un mierdero, o, me ponga nerviosa por responsabilidades ajenas. Gracias por la bienvenida solteria de los treintas.

Purple

I used to go everyday to my college, drink coffe every morning and did what I was supposed to do. Everything seemed gray and sour. Since I was a kid, I fell in love with a particular person. He had wide straight eyebrows avobe a pair big dark brown round eyes. He told me a bad joke in the bronx of Bogota, Colombia and then my world flip and I started replacing some habits. Instead coffee I had smiles for breakfast. His room was a mess, his mom, came into the destroyed room looking for a cigarrete - "He alwas take the cigarretes" she said. I thought she had a nice shape and her hair was bright, blonde and beautiful and I also thought this was a marvelous universe into this place located in Soacha, Bogota, and it was.

The woods

 

I watched as the buildings of the city of New York were drawn and I believed that it was as small as the dust trapped between the windows, I felt inside me that perhaps it was not the best idea to go there to stay. I thought that everything outside the mountains and the protection of my friend Kim and the hotel staff in general would be unbearable. alcohol consumption and boat trips. Actually, it's as if none of those people really wanted to be there, they were just randomly placed, there was really nothing else to do. And there they were... Hailie and Gilbert, married couple, Hailie was American. She was blonde, of medium height and corpulent. Gilbert was a fairly good-looking, balding Serb. Apparently Gilbert had the ability to easily seduce women and be nice to anyone. Haile was rather shy and was just grateful to have the boy all women would want. She felt so proud of it, as if her life depended on her marriage. She watched over all his pretensions and bad jokes, and praised his egomania and narcissism to a sick point of demean herself.

Dizzy

They were there, always staring through my bedroom window. It was inevitable not to feel admired by those faces reflecting anxious thoughts to go out, so I always proceeded to put on makeup and wear something sexy. I pretended not to see them under any circumstances, but to feel them, understand them, please them and feel accompanied by them. I noticed how their hands were dirty while they held their cell phones, it was unbearable to think how much infection and putrefaction there would be in their rooms, in their beds, in their lipids, in their galleries. They are tired of the monotony and the burden of society, their cheeky hands rejoice in feeling the unknown, penetrating the softest and most defenseless sheets. They come with their unholy, dark, twisted thoughts but thoughts, nonetheless. They call me Eva and they used to shout my name behind their windows, begging for some mercy and company. Many of them with blank, frozen, static, twisted, dominating gazes. My name is Isabella and I feel that I can no longer harbor any more dark and erotic thoughts than those that are already stored, I no longer felt or thought; it just existed.

I felt dizzy, I felt nauseas and anxiety. Nothing that a long shower can not solve, or a call to someone in the middle of something, or both. I always feel for talking with someone to keep in silence the voices in my head. Some decisions may affect your mental health but promote your increases. That is a decision that each of us make every day. Choices and plans, and there I was, bending over my messy bed smoking some marijuana and vapes. Nothing else matters when you are tired all the time. Is a constant fight between me and myself, clean my room, get it dirty, repeat.