jueguito, roblox, minecraft, stumble guys (era pq estaba nomas en steam y estaba aburrido ok), GunZ: the duel (nunca mas lo pude volver a jugar por unos inconvenientes con los archivos cuando lo quise volver a instalar) SCP: Containment Breach (multiplayer), Krunker.io, etc...
Music
idlm, scm, novulent, mudvayne, korn, slipknot, casi toda la musica a excepcion de algunas, solo es cuestion de escucharlas
The passage of time is one of those invisible forces that, although we cannot see, we feel deeply. It's like a river that flows relentlessly, sweeping us all along, without distinction. It marks us as we move forward, it changes us, it transforms us. And worst of all, it constantly reminds us how fleeting everything we have, everything we are, everything we love, is. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, feeling an inexplicable emptiness, as if something were crumbling deep within my being. It terrifies me to think about how fleeting life is, how fragile we are as human beings. We strive to build something, to sow memories, to love those close to us, but what happens when all that starts to fade away, like footprints in the sand when the tide washes them away? What happens when we lose the people we love, when the love that united us with them becomes a distant echo? It is that fear of disappearance, of being forgotten, of no longer being present in the lives of those we leave behind one day. It is the fear of being forgotten, of the shared laughter, the deep conversations, the simple and beautiful moments that defined our existence, fading away. That very human fear that our footprints in the world will be erased, that our memories will dissolve like dust in the wind. Every time I look into the eyes of someone I love, I feel that fragility of time. In those fleeting moments, I realize that we never know how much time we have left. And that terrifies me. It terrifies me because time is not a renewable resource; it is spent the moment we live it. It's as if every passing second is one less opportunity to do something important, to live something deeper, to love more. But what scares me the most is losing my memory. That feeling that one day the experiences that define me, the people who have been part of my life, will vanish from my mind. It's as if time were an eraser, capable of taking away everything we have been, everything we have felt. What would become of me if one day I couldn't remember my mother's laughter, or the hugs of a dear friend, or the midnight conversations with someone I loved? It's that fear of my memories fading away and, in the end, being left with nothing that connects me to the past, to who I was, to what I loved. And, within all this, I am terrified of losing the ability to feel. The idea that emotions, those that give us life, dissipate like mist dissolving in the sun, is terrifying. Love, sadness, joy, anger, compassion... all of that defines us, makes us human. But, what happens when those emotions start to fade, when they slip through our fingers like water from a river? What happens when we can no longer experience with the same intensity everything that makes us vibrate, when life loses its color and becomes an empty space, without passion, without spark? In my mind, a recurring image forms: the end. The moment when everything we know and love suddenly goes dark. Death, loss, disappearance. And it terrifies me. Not because death itself is a terrifying mystery—after all, no one knows what comes after it—but because it implies the end of everything we have lived. Death not only takes our lives from us, but it erases everything we have built, everything we have felt. Suddenly, everything we believed to be eternal fades away in a sigh. What remains of us when all this is gone? Is there anything left? The idea that our life, our story, could fade in an instant, leaving no trace, with no one remembering that we existed, is what scares me the most. Perhaps there is nothing more terrifying than the feeling that we are so small in the vastness of the universe, so insignificant in the face of the unstoppable passage of time. But, at the same time, fear drives us. The fear of loss, the fear of disappearance, makes us value what we have more intensely. It makes us realize the importance of living in the present, of making every moment something meaningful. Because, although time is relentless, and although we cannot prevent everything from crumbling one day, we can make what we live have value. We can fill our lives with moments that, although they fade with the passage of time, remain immortal in our memory, in our hearts. Perhaps the only thing we can truly do in the face of life's fleetingness is to learn to embrace it in its entirety, in its lights and shadows. Live with the awareness that each moment is a gift, and that although the passage of time takes away everything we know, somewhere, a part of us will remain alive in the memories, in the emotions, in the traces we leave on others. And even though the thought of losing everything terrifies us, that same awareness can give us the strength to keep loving, to keep living, to keep being.
to keep being. But today I woke up with a sense of emptiness so profound that words can't even describe it. It's a constant oppression, a pressure in the chest that doesn't cease, that nothing can alleviate. There is no comfort, there is no refuge. The day began just like all the others, but something inside me has broken. I no longer have the strength to move forward, I can't find any reasons. Life has left me without energy, without desire, as if everything that used to drive me no longer made sense. No matter what I do, or what I try: everything is an empty repetition, like an endless cycle, a wheel that spins and spins without purpose. It's as if time were slowly swallowing me, as if each day were fading faster, leaving me behind. My thoughts no longer flow like before, they drag heavily, as if I were trapped in a mental quagmire from which I can't escape. Everything has turned gray, apathetic, as if life itself had lost its color, its intensity. Before, I believed in things, I believed in the possibility that things could change, that I could improve. Now, everything seems irrelevant. The days go by and I can't find the strength to change, to fight, to do something. Everything dissolves into a thick fog, and every attempt to find a purpose seems futile to me. Life has hit me time and time again, and although I've tried to resist, the truth is that I no longer know if I want to keep fighting. The idea of moving forward, of carrying on, no longer has power over me. It's as if hope has vanished, like a dream fading upon waking. I don't know why I keep staying here, or what motivates me to keep breathing. Sometimes I feel like I'm just waiting for something to come, anything, to pull me out of this internal abyss, but I know nothing is going to come. I no longer believe in promises of change, nor in the possibilities of a different future. Every time I look ahead, I only see more of the same, an endless path that leads nowhere. However, in the midst of this darkness, there is something that torments me even more than despair itself. It is a fear that consumes me, that takes my breath away when I try to think about it. Fear of what comes next, fear of death. And it's not a fear of physical suffering, nor the pain of a near end. It's something much deeper. It's the terror of what I don't know, of what I can't understand. Death is the great unknown, a dark abyss that draws us in but that we cannot decipher. And, although I don't wish to continue living, I don't want to enter that void. The uncertainty of what lies beyond death paralyzes me, trapping me in an endless cycle of doubts. What if there's nothing after? And if everything we are, everything we have lived, disappears in an instant, as if we had never existed? The idea that our consciousness, our essence, dissolves into nothingness terrifies me more than death itself. The idea that everything I have felt, everything I have loved, everything I have experienced, fades away without a trace, leaves me with an even greater void than the one I feel now. Am I just a cosmic accident, a spark that burns for a moment only to disappear without leaving a trace? The idea that my existence will fade away and never resurface suffocates me. But, what if there is something beyond? What if death is not the end, but just a transition to another state, another form of being? That thought scares me, but it also gives me some comfort. I can't help but wonder if death is just a threshold, a place where life might continue in some way. But, at the same time, who can know? Who can give me the answer? The mystery of death is so great, so absolute, that there is no way to approach it with certainty. And it is in that uncertainty where my deepest terror lies: the not knowing. It's strange, because while the despair of this life slipping away consumes me, the idea of death grips me even tighter. I'm terrified of not knowing, of not understanding, of not being able to imagine what comes next. And if everything ends, if everything is truly lost, if what I am, what I have been, disintegrates and fades away without leaving a trace, what is the point of having lived? What is the point of staying here, fighting for something that will eventually disappear without leaving any evidence of its passage through the world? And if there is no answer, if death is just a void that doesn't understand time or emotions, how can one move forward with that burden on their shoulders? How can one live without answers, without knowing if what we do has any value beyond our own perception? The fear of death and the fear of life blend in my mind, merging into a single mass of uncertainty and hopelessness. I want everything to end, but at the same time, I don't want it to end. I want to escape this agonizing wait, but I'm terrified of not knowing what awaits me beyond the threshold. I don't know if the fear of death is worse than the fear of continuing to live.
I don't know if the despair I feel now is more terrifying than the unknown and distant end. And so I continue, trapped between nothingness and everythingness, between the desire to give up and the terror of what it might become. As if something inside me had extinguished and, with it, an essential part of my being had faded away. The light of life, which once seemed to shine with unbreakable intensity, has slowly dimmed, like a star that fades without warning. And I realize that everything has changed since that time, since that moment when someone I thought I knew, someone I thought would understand me, broke me. Because it was that person who made my world tremble, who tore something from my heart that I will never get back. Before that, life had its rhythm, its pulse, its meaning. Each day brought with it a new opportunity, a new emotion, a new reason to get up, to move forward. She believed in the future, she believed in people's ability to give and receive love, to build something genuine and valuable. She believed in promises, in words, in glances. I believed in honesty, in the purity of human connections. But then, when I least expected it, that person who entered my life with a smile and promises of sincerity changed everything. It changed my perception of what is real and what is not. It changed the way I see the world and, worse, it changed the way I see myself. Pain does not come in the way we expect; it does not present itself as a direct blow, but rather as a slow and stealthy stab that gradually sinks deep within us. It was not just a moment of betrayal, a single act of disloyalty or deceit. It was a multitude of small wounds, gestures that shattered my trust, empty words that no longer meant anything. It was the broken promise, the absence when I needed it most, the lie disguised as truth. It was the feeling of giving my entire being, my time, my affection, my vulnerability, and that other person taking it and destroying it without consideration. It's not just that they hurt me, it's that they changed me in a way I can't fully understand. Since that moment, the world has become grayer, more uncertain. Something inside me went out, as if an inner light had been extinguished. The things that used to excite me, that used to give me energy, now seem distant, unreal, as if they didn't belong to me. Life goes on, the hours pass, people move forward with their days, but I remain here, trapped in an empty space where I no longer know how to feel with the same intensity as before. The emotions have become distant, diffuse, as if something were separating me from them. Love, hope, joy, all those things that once felt so close to me, now seem foreign, almost impossible to reach. Perhaps the most painful thing of all is that the wound they left me is not just emotional; it is a deep wound in my ability to trust. Because after that, fear has taken up residence in my heart. Fear of being vulnerable, fear of giving myself without reservations, fear that someone else might come and do the same. The damage not only took a part of me but also left a scar that prevents me from being the same. I am no longer who I used to be. The intensity with which I lived each moment has diminished, as if a shadow were chasing me, overshadowing even my moments of joy. And when I try to remember how it was before, when I was in the prime of life, I feel as if I were remembering someone else. Someone younger, more confident, more willing to take risks. That person who was capable of giving themselves without fear, who saw life with eyes full of possibilities, no longer exists. It left with the fragments of trust that person stole from me. Now, every time I try to give myself, every time I want to feel something with that same intensity, I find myself trapped in a barrier that I have built myself, because fear has taken hold of me. Fear that everything I risk to live again will end up being a repetition of what has already happened. It's curious how something so destructive can change everything one believed to be true. When that person hurt me, they not only damaged my feelings but also altered my perception of love, trust, and life itself. The intensity with which I used to see the world has faded, as if each day were merely a repetition of the previous one, as if I could no longer see what I once saw in every corner. Now everything feels distant, as if I were looking at myself from an irreconcilable distance. And it's not that I don't want to live with that intensity again, it's not that I don't want to feel that way again. It's just that I no longer know how to do it. I don't know how to lift this weight off my soul, how to heal from something that has remained inside me like a persistent shadow. Life seems to have lost its flavor, the excitement is gone, and I don't know if it will ever come back. Maybe at some point find that spark again, that energy that used to keep me alive, but for now, the emptiness remains. I am no longer the same person. What happened to me changed me, and I can't help but feel that something irreparably broke. The damage was not just an episode, it was not just someone else's mistake. It is a deep wound that has settled within me and that, although it may heal over time, will never be the same again. The intensity that life had for me is no longer there. And even though I try to move on, each step weighs on me, each attempt to find something that brings back that passion seems to fade away before it becomes real. Because, after all, what that person left me was not just pain. It left me with doubt, uncertainty, the fear of what could be. And now, as I continue walking through this life that once seemed full of colors, I feel like I am crossing a gray path, where there are no longer so many answers, nor so many certainties...
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