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. . . . . . . . . . . .Esmeralda aka Esmi . Eighteen . Dominican . Confused by my own existence. Receptive, Altruistic & Ambitious. Art & Music are my passion. It's not mine, but only God's sanction to judge. Good vibes ∞ Stress is pointless = Caught up in my own reverie.. δωαqq ♥
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About Me
I can’t fucking deal. My thoughts are all out of order, I’m anxious, ridiculously bothered, vexed, and saying I’m broken would be an understatement. I’m drowning in my thoughts and I can’t manage to stop crying. I hate it. But there’s no one to blame but me- I allowed it all. I can’t utter a word I know might hurt someone I care about. I can’t explain how I feel because I wouldn’t know where to begin and I’m not quite sure anyone would honestly care for that matter. I’ve pushed the wrong people away, and drawn close those who only manage to destroy me. I can’t even explain this all to myself. Why is it that when I’m so close to attaining what I’ve worked so hard to obtain, I shatter. I’m on the brink of letting it all go. Of giving up.
