aboutme

I come here almost every day, to expose what I feel and what I think ... But really, nothing makes sense really. Iso I think here is one more way for me to free myself from a piece of my pain than they do with you - my readers - like my texts.
Lately there has been very complicated, I have not had the creativity to nothing, my mind just turns to a subject and this disturbs me.
So excuse me if I can not meet the desires of you with my mediocre texts.
My life is shit, I only write bad things, I feel myself sinking.
I wanted to be in New York, things seem to be easier over there ...
I just wanted to sit on a bench in Central Park now and see the wonderful women spend running and balancing himself on top of your Louboutins, or see a single person walking with more than ten dogs at one time.
Dunno ... I just wanted to sit there, in that immensity of sounds, luxury and waste to feel any fucking different emotion.