Unfit to write
Why do I think everything I do is wrong? Because it is. And there is no hope. All my choices are wrong. I feel I don’t deserve to live, but I’m alive. … Continue readingUnfit to write
My first memory: Disaster in a Park
We are in a park with my older sister. My brother is crying. We were playing near an iron gate. He slipped his head through the bars and now he
The Bull and Mom
It have been raining. The floor was slippery and that was dangerous. The street, packed with people watching the running of the bulls. It was Sunday. Javier was a young man