Incerteza;

Destino estranho, mundo estranho.
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Sometimes, I feel like I was falling, and there's nobody to hold me down.
You think you can go back, then you discover you're alone.
Does exist something worst?
When I wake up from this nightmare I'll realize I need to do something else to change my life.

I didn't want to open my heart and show my feelings, at least, not in portuguese, 'cuz it's more undestandable ...To be real, I don't like when peolple can see what is passing through me , what I'm feeling.
I don't like to be readable.

Yesterday, I think I had an access of sensibility. I cried all day long, and wrote beautiful things. actually, I don't do it.

Am I a material girl?

I want to follow my aunt steps: Beeing rich and famous, extremaly smart and socialized, beautiful and etc...
she's a refence for me.
Ok, I'm tired.