(Note: The location of the events is Mexico)
Allurea:
I am very tired. I stare ahead and see the streets, and my head is full of thoughts. I really do not know when things started to get this bad. There is no one who loves me or pats my body when I collapse. There is only one person, and I am not sure of this either, meaning I am not sure if he loves me every day. The routine itself, what is the meaning of life for me? There is no meaning to me staying alive and breathing air. When a person realizes that he is alone and that there is no one here to support him, he begins to doubt his existence and why he is still alive. Should there not be a reason for his survival? I do not have this. The reason I don't have anyone is that I'm alone and lost. I just want someone to find me and save me from the loneliness I'm in and to pull me out of the amount of blackness that comes over me every time I hear a single word addressed to me.
The strange thing in my thoughts is that I actually have a family. Yes, I have a father called Miguel and two brothers and one sister, and they are all older than me. I am the youngest. Among them is my eldest brother called (Carlos). He is twenty-eight years old... and after him comes my sister (Yesenia).
She is twenty-six years old. Then comes William. He is twenty-four years old. And then I. They are my brothers, and we are all only two years apart. What I know is that siblings are always the protective wall on which one must rely. When you fall, but those who own you cause
By destroying me every day, there is not a day that I do not suffer. That is why I say that I am tired and exhausted. Oh God, my head is heavy. Fuck these thoughts that occupy my entire soul, drain it, and make me hate my entire being. Fuck me, as I am damned. I came out of my thoughts and I shook lightly at the sound of Castro's voice. He was driving next to me and I was not with him. Oh my God, I was staring ahead while I saw the streets and I lost my awareness for a moment.
Castro: What's wrong with you, Aloria? I've been talking to you for a while, and at the end of it, I see that you're resting your head on the window, moving forward, and ignoring me.
I'm really tired. The sun will already set. He and I went out and we sat on the beach because I was stuck at home. Castro is the one who understands me and I go out with him still.
At the beginning of our relationship, but every time he sees me upset and I tell him this, he comes and makes me go out with him. He is a few months older than me. The entire house is opposed to the idea that anyone cares.
They don't like the idea of my comfort, just accepting the idea that there's no me They don't like the idea of my comfort, just accepting the idea that no one in my family cares about me and the idea that all of them
They hate me, it's completely soul-crushing, I can't even say why they hate me because that would make me burst into tears non-stop.
Aloria: I'm really sorry, Castro, but I'm tired and confused about what you were saying
Castro: That's okay. I said, what do you think about going out to lunch tomorrow?
Aloria: It sounds great. I will tell you, Castro. Thank you for your interest
Castro: What are you saying? I am always here, smiling at him with a wilted face over the problem that happened at home before I told him to come and take me so we can go out. It was about me cursing Yesenia because she made me angry because of her talk about Castro and calling him obscene words and cursing her. It was involuntary, but it was just... She magnified things and went to Carlos. Oh my God, he gets angry quickly and hates me to a great degree. When I told him that I insulted her because she talked about Castro, he shouted at me in his loud voice, cursing me and Castro in front of my father, who was sitting motionless, and in front of Yesenia, who was smiling at what he was doing, and after that.