August passes me by and I can berely notice any difference; if I glanced the calendar only to find out that actually we're still in january 2009, it wouldn't make any difference at all, except for my concern of being older in one month ahead. In fact, this is August. The life goes without being realised by us. It seems like yesterday I had to leave High school first than everyone and to go to university, It seems like yesterday I had to bear with the tough reality of being at university studying something I didn't want to, It seems like yesterday I was sit at the same chair I'm now and I decided to quit of everything to start all over. And now I'm sit at the same chair writting about it. What a growth! At least I'm not dead. Not yet. But, apparently the things begin getting better. I don't know what it's written for me and my life, but maybe I'm doing it right. Maybe I should get up and do something. Maybe I should stop writting. Maybe I'm just doing what I was supposed to. Maybe not.
Ps: Lame post, I know.
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