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I came here thinking about write something.
But now that i`m here, i really dont know if i should do it.

Because anything i write here will looks like... [deleted].

But this is my blog after all and i'll write here whenever i feel in need... maybe not always, but u know what i mean.

It`s funny, u know? i come here more as a visitor than the writer.
Everytime i think in writing something, in do something... always feels like i cant do it.
Always: "What u gonna do? Turn this into ur personal diary?"
And always: "No!"

Now that i`m thinking about, i always thought the voices have gone silence. But actually i have been able to hear just two of then...

Well, idk what i`m doing in here anymore... writing in english.
Just yesterday i was here correcting old phrases in english from this same blog!

"Oh dont apologize for your bad english, just say your english is rust instead."
Fuck this man.

Mas sim.. eu estava falando, que agora que aqui estou, escrever não parece tão difícil assim quanto sempre pensei.
Que... talvez, para aquele bloqueio mental acabar você só precisa tentar escrever.

But, yeah! I dont like doing this in portuguese... idk why. The post began in english so lets finish in english. Right?