quarta-feira, 7 de março de 2012

UNTITLED #3

Sometimes i feel like everything i do isn't enough to please myself. And when some things don't work i freak out and start to looking for chances to perfection. It's almost like finding little things on the desert because that word just exist as a word. I know i'm not perfect at all and i don't plan to be, but remind the old me that i'm getting better and i don't need more from the past is impossible. I do not accept when 'i' say i will give my life up and go back to thoses days. It's hard. I will never give up, i won't. And if i break my promisse someone will know that i've tried my very best to stand up and be this person that i'm today. I will end with all or say goodbye holding everything.
LEIA O LIXO, RECICLE AS IDEIAS.