quarta-feira, 19 de maio de 2010

Mood swinger.

Tiring and rainy morning in this Wednesday.
All I wanted was my pillow and my blanket. Not necessarily to sleep, but to put my head in its right place. Just to show my heart who's the boss.
Usual and small arguments with my mom and sis.
Unusually (or even better... IMPOSSIBLY), a student asked me out. Really weird situation.
Had dinner.
Analyzed, sociologically, the brazilian soap opera. But had to stop it.
Too many feelings here inside.
Cannot translate. Not even hear what they're screaming for.
I mean... I don't want to...
And in these past days, the definition that doesn't leave my mind, that best describes me, is professional mood swinger.
Think I finnaly know what I am: a constantly indefinited creature.
Anyway...

Ps.: why don't we just die?
Natália Albertini.

Um comentário:

●๋• Aline Agustinetti. disse...

que textos lindos Ná!!! sou sua fã, juro. hahaha.. um beijo, tá fazendo muita falta lá na SKILL!!!