Você digita, olha e pensa “melhor não”.
Odeio quando eu planejo uma conversa na minha cabeça e a outra pessoa não segue o roteiro.
Por que dia de chuva é tão nostálgico ?
I need some place to being myself. I’m going to write these things wrong, I know, but it dont care if no one is going to reading or care about it. Really, nobody cares. I just wanna be heard, i just want someone to holding my hand like everybody have. I wanted be like the others, and fix me in something. I liked having a history. I wish being normal. In the end i fucking hate myself and everything i can say that i’m. I really wish stare at the mirror and smile to the image of the girl that’s staring at me and get my head up, and believe in myself. I really dont believe in myself. But, after all the disappointments, after all, i would be crazy about liking what i’ve been transformed. And i don’t have no shoulder to crying. I wish to be more than i’m. Because i’m nothing at all. I hate myself for witing that. I dont have strength to writing anymore. I’m sad.
