I wish I was stronger than I really am. Sometimes I hate myself and wish I tried harder. There’s just too much “I” in my sentences, is everybody as selfish as I am? Maybe this explains how the world end up like this.
For some unknown reason I can’t let it go. You know, move on is always hard, but when you’re the one that don’t even try… What to think? Emotional weakness or what? I agree with Nietzsche when he says that blessed are the forgetful, ‘cause I know memory can be a curse sometimes.
We spent a week at home ‘cause it was cold outside. I miss it, I miss Brasilia and I miss my friend that lives there.
I really think people should start listening Beatles since… I don’t know, maybe since they’re babies or maybe even before that! Mommys of the world, do me a favour: you HAVE to listen Beatles all pregnancy long. This is gonna make your baby smart, maybe that Baby Mozart’s CDs too, but I’m just sure about Beatles.
And it’s not hard to guess what I’m listening now, right? ;)
I’ll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming, dreaming is free.
