4.09.2006

Why?

My life is full of why's, questions, question marks and whatever so on. I'me believed stuck by that to move on things, specially those from heart.
I don't wanna talk about things that I'm making up, but I wanna talk bout things that really matter to me. However, I don't know what those are...

I'm really stuck by doubts, and what I should do with myself. I need a getaway, a place to find myself. I'm not running away from my quetsions marks, but facing them by looking from another point of view...

People are so strange as me. Sometimes I feel comfortable with that, sometimes I don't. Wish I was always different, and haven't said all those stupid things...

About Me

My photo
um paradoxo de sanidade e loucura