a cappuccino on a cloudy day

I really don't know if I could be shure about changes deep inside myself. And you just know nothin' about me, just like that sound always there, in my daydreams. If my twenty-five years old are here just to show me about status quo's moral and affective stuffs, I agree, I accept it. Maybe life's is less than a game; just a linear-time flood of repetitive things like this LIE you told me all my life, mirror! I also accept this funcken' miscelaneous of LOVE & HATE that you gave me few years ago, before that perfect feelin' that I need and understand now, even far away from it and from everythin'.

Setembro iniciou comigo tomando cappuccino em um dia quente seguido de estudo sobre esquizofrenia infantil seguido de um almoço com muitas mangas seguido de uma conversa e um atendimento de reabilitação cognitiva seguido de um pequeno treino de viola seguido de um jantar semi-veggie seguido de uma conversa relacional seguido de um biscoito e agora eu preciso achar textos sobre as cores vermelho, laranha, amarelo pôr-do-sol, verde oliva, verde claro, bege e preto.

Thanx for read me anyway. Thanx for think about me anyway.

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