quarta-feira, 4 de março de 2009
Chapter I - I am a person.
I am a person. Made of flash and bones and magic. From ashes and dust, I made myself human. I usually get lost inside my dreams. My thoughts makes me weaker every day. I can't find my keys inside my pourse, be aware of that. Polite actions makes me sad. Combed hair makes me mad. I'm a terrible liar and you will probably love that. I can't sleep early and I can't get up late. The food have troubles with me. I like drugs (legal and ilegal). I write notes, I write words, I write to get relaxed. Text messages fill me with joy. I waste my time watching birds. I win my day seeing puppies. I hate being in love, I can't deal with this heartache issues. But I'm an excellent lover, I can asure you that. I don't know actually why I'm saying all this sheat. I'm sorry, this is me, person, getting nervous. But when I touch, just now, I get breathless, I feel happy inside.