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I want to shut down all of my emotions forever; never to deal with the stresses and emotional trauma of life. I don’t want to face the heartbreak I felt with William ever again and I swear it broke me more than I thought it did, which is incredulous in itself. 

Many praise me for my strength, they compliment my independence, and then there’s my lack of enthusiasm for life: I have a plan, I have an idea of what to do, but will I experience anything else but pain and success? Will I even see success? 

Ever since he left me, I’ve felt colder than ever. I feel ugly all the time, I feel distressed and worn out. I’m exhausted from loving ever again and I don’t want to. Not after him, not after what I know may occur if love goes wrong, and it certainly almost always does. 

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"If Latin America had not been pillaged by the U.S. capital since its independence, millions of desperate workers would not now be coming here in such numbers to reclaim a share of that wealth; and if the United States is today the world’s richest nation, it is in part because of the sweat and blood of the copper workers of Chile, the tin miners of Bolivia, the fruit pickers of Guatemala and Honduras, the cane cutters of Cuba, the oil workers of Venezuela and Mexico, the pharmaceutical workers of Puerto Rico, the ranch hands of Costa Rica and Argentina, the West Indians who died building the Panama Canal, and the Panamanians who maintained it."
Juan Gonzalez - Harvest of Empire: A History of Latinos in America (via anything-for-selenas)

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