A quién engaño... aún te amo.

Fuck my life, right?

It hurts to see you having our life with someone else.

Si no te veo y no te escucho, desapareces. Si desapareces tampoco te olvido.

It's not the pain of not having you here as the pain of knowing I don't have you at all

The last one for you

I feel sad, extremely sad and stupid. I hate to portrait myself as the dumbest person on Earth just because I don't want to accept the fact that is over. 

I feel sorry for not wanting to let you go, I feel sorry for being burning inside cause I just want to tell you that I don't want to be done with the idea of fighting for you, fighting for having the chance to be side by side in life.

I hate myself for not wanting to leave "us", when there's no "us" anymore and you don't feel the same way about me.

I'm sorry that I don't have the opportunity to talk to you once again and remind you how much we loved each other and how happy we were. I hate that I must not ask you to come here and have a talk, I hate that even if you came I wouldn't be able to change your mind about the future cause I have no right to go against your will. I'm sorry I cut the chance to say good bye properly.

I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, and I know that this will pass and I'll be fine, that nobody dies from a heartbreak, and that eventually we'll be happy on our separate lives. But today I still can't cope with the idea of abandon this if there's any chance to talk and fix it up together, which I'm almost positive it won't be one.

I love you.

La teoría de tener un shitty job en la mejor ciudad del mundo y ser feliz no me aplica. Doce horas de mi día me consumen y me dejan sin ganas para vivir las otras doce, o si quiera tener ganas de estar despierta.

Fuck it! Dejen de estresarme.