I have so many things on my mind to tell you... and yet, I don't know where to start.
Death. Yes, one dies in many ways, I know it, I know it well. But I also know what it is to live, and to feel... and that gives me hope that every day, or at any moment, even, right now, in this second, I can be born again.
Abuses. The story I told you about the neighbour at the back of my house, I've even thought about writing it down. Because abuse... abuse is everywhere. And you can't imagine how many people make drama out of you and then abuse you as soon as you let your guard down and satisfy their narcissism... Well, you can imagine it and you know it. That's why I lock myself in my house... and I'm almost living a life as a spectator... I was like that once and then things happened, life's twists and turns that helped me to get out from behind that glass, and for which I'm absolutely grateful. But I don't deny that many times I want to go back to that glass. I'm afraid... I'm afraid of everything around me, of the people around me, of life here... but I deal with it.
(I don't know if my state of mind reaches you but what I feel doesn't fit in a simple comment)
Noble soul. You are one of those noble souls. Beware of people who only seek to take advantage of you. That's all I'm saying.
RE: A train trip (Catalonia-Madrid); a life