I was born in Santiago on february 9th, 2000 (the year of dragón, apocalypse and a lot of crazy things). when i was 4 years old, my mom get away from my granmother house and rent a home on San Felipe, but without me. Since that time, i lived with my grandma in Santiago, in Colina's town. My mom had a daughter with a men who met in San Felipe and named her Isidora. Now Isidora is nine years old and grew up on that town. For a while i lived with they in there, where dedicate myself to go to school and study some music stuffs but, when i turn 18, i left there. i mooved to Colina again and, after that i mooved to Providencia in Santiago to study on college.
The photograph was taken in 2017, on my senior year’s trip to school. For a week we traveled through different cities in southern Chile: parks and nature reserves were our main attraction. At the time, I had my first serious relationship. My boyfriend kept calling me to find out who was with me, who was looking at me, what I was doing and what I was wearing. Most of my ex-clasmmates have good memories of the trip, but I don’t. I felt that I was not well, that I didn’t fit in with anyone, that nobody underestimated me. My mother was very far away. But anyway, if I had been close, there would have been no difference. I couldn’t count on anyone. I felt bad and alone. I was photographed in front of one of the small waterfalls, before the "Salto del laja" in Los Ángeles. Burdened by my feelings, I cried as I watched the water fall. At the moment, to friends came to hug me. I dropped all my tears. Since then, I broke off with my boyfriend, my mom and any toxic person who ...
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