Angel Alucard

Às vezes, dão-me saudades. Saudades de quem fui, de quem já foi. Saudades de quem morreu (animais incluídos). Saudades dos momentos, dos sonhos, dos sorrisos. Saudades das vozes que enchiam uma sala ou uma rua, que deram lugar ao silêncio. No silêncio, tenho saudades de mim. E deles. No silêncio, tenho saudades de tudo o que ficou para trás, de todos os que ficaram pelo caminho. Às vezes, dão-me saudades e nada me resta, senão saudade. Saudade de mim. Saudades deles. Saudades de nós. Que saudades.

Quero escrever muitas coisas, que poderiam soar vãs. Por vezes, vale mais o silêncio. (nem sempre a escrita é silenciosa!)

I've been gathering pieces and bits of myself. I got my goodreads account back - it's empty. I got my pinterest account back - its empty. I decided to join both of my Twitter accounts together - the one that 'survived' had followed and unfollowed so many people, that whenever I stop to think about it, I freak out. (The same goes to the people and the pages that I've followed and unfollowed countless times.) I have always been insecure. And that has reflected in the various things in my life: the latest and most direct ones, are related to the social media. My levels of anxiety and stress, have increased much. I am not being followed by any kind of therapist, neither I'm following a strict diet or taking a cocktail of prescribed drugs. I am. And being annoys me. One of the most valuable piece of advice I have got in my life is: 'learn to let go'. I haven't learned that at a younger age. Is there any chance or hope that I'll learn it now, in

I'm sitting alone in a café, waiting for a friend. A group of guys speaks behind of me and it's cold. I thought and even wrote a big text, but the "Blogger" application doesn't save security sketches, if you don't save the sketch yourself. Sometimes, it's a blessing. Procrastination became so much more than just something I do. I became a bit too good on that, especially since I stopped giving excuses. I procrastine. Just because I want to. Just because that. And, also, because I've became too comfortably numb. I know that it's of no use to say it's a time of change. I know myself a little bit too well and I know I'll always get a way out of changes. Lately, I think of the change I am not making. I think about the opportunities the Universe is putting on my path, through street signs, through small pieces of paper with publicity on them, dropped inside my mail box. I think and there are some good and very positive thoughts being thought,