Everybody changes and I don't feel the same

My last post was in 2013. I don't know the reason made me stop writing here but I know how much I missed this place. The place I am nobody, but I feel complete.

Life has changed I lot, and I can't be the same. I still love the same musicians and have the same hobbies, the same friends... But I'm not the same person. The way I look inside and outside is calm now even though I'm still under the presure.

I know 2015 is a big year. I'm starting my post-graduation ~~(or is it called "graduation", or "undergraduation"? I don't remember anymore)~~. I'm gonna meet the Backstreet Boys for the first time and - if God bless me this way - I'm gonna live an adventure abroad.

I love my life but I need to fly. For the first time I'm pretty sure about it. Now I'm not talking about what I want. I'm talking about what I need...

And I can breath, breath, love!

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About love

Thinking about my life, I fell a little bit stupid. Why do I spend my life loving you?! Everybody can see how you don’t care about my feelings, about my life, about me. On the other hand, I could give my life to see you happy and safe. “ Love is a dog from hell ”, Bukowski wrote in the past. He was right. Love is a dog from hell and I am there, feeling this fucking pain…

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It's a Summer morning with a bright Sun in the sky but inside I feel sad. I look at my empty mug looking for an answer What am I supposed to do? Coffee smells in the air It brings me the confidence I need To start my day. It has no sugar It isn't sweet But it's hot and full of energy. I breathe and drink my coffee goes down to my throat And I know now I'm a fighter.

Sometimes the grass is greener #not

In Portuguese, we're used to say that “our neighbor always has a greener grass than us” … I am with this thought on my mind these days. At work things are not easy. In life, my feelings are not easy. However, I can't see a greener grass in my neighbor’s garden. Is this world so crazy I can’t see anything good? I just wanna think this is a bad time and suddenly everything is gonna be ok again. But I miss a shoulder friend where I can rest and cry, a place able to give me the strength I need to see the beauty again. It’s hard to keep strong all the time and awful be a complainer all the time either. Everything I can do is writing about this pain and see this pain becoming words and texts and posts. The problem is: who will have the patience to read this?! (If you are reading, sorry. I am conscious this is not my best text) I see all my big dreams coming true, but the people I’ve dreamt to be here are not by my side. Of course, this is killing me. It’s hard build d...

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