Writing for living

Sometimes I need to write to keep myself alive. Even if I don't know about what I will talk about, I need to write... I think today is one of these days, that's why I'm here.

I had a hard day, today. I worked full time, thinking about pedagogic games and I didn't end what it was supposed to be done.

Well, tomorrow will be a new day = the deadline day (wish me luck!).

About my new year's day resolution, today it was hard.

I felt depressed for a while... I have my up moments and down moments... anyway! I will survive... I think. The fact is: being alone is terrible, but being alone in a rainy is the worst damn thing in this whole world!!!!!

If you could see my face at the moment I was backing home, you would see the most unhappy face you've never seen before...

But, although these things are happening, I was worst last November, so I won't complain now. As Shakira says: después de la tormenta sale el sol... ♫

A good thing?! Well, I don't know if you will agree that it's good, but I am in love with New Kids on the Block!!!! amazing sound! great dancing! Cool guys! I really like them!

(~~I know... I've got old and started liking NKOTB, crazy thing~~)

Well, that's it!

I wrote too much, don't you agree?

These days are better than that!

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