andrea

“You always wanted to make things hurt you. You always wanted to see how far you could go. You once tried to explain to Kiki that in order to write, you have to go beyond yourself: do what you wouldn’t do, be what you aren’t; in other words, throw yourself into feeling something beyond your limited emotional field, but she didn’t understand what you were trying to tell her. ‘To write you have to be yourself, because that’s all we can be,’ she said, not realizing she was hurting you. And you, smoking black mirror, shattered into a million knife-shaped pieces—you were used to breaking into shards.”
― Mónica Ojeda, Nefando