I am tired of always falling in love with the wrong man.

Querido Umbigo:

I am tired of my migrane attacks.
I am tired of my lonely room.
I am tired of always falling in love with the wrong man.
I am tired of being ashamed of me.
I am tired of being alone.
I want to go away, somewhere so far that I am unreachable
I want to get old, really old so that nothing matters any more.
I want to understand and see clearly what is behind all of this.
I want not to want anymore