by alec :]

"quando a vida me jogou pedras...voce veio me acolher
quando a dor tomou conta do meu ser...voce segurou minha mão
quando o desespero habitou minha mente...voce sussurrou as palavras mais doces
quando a solidão golpeou meu coração...seus labios tocaram os meus

Por isso digo que voce é muito...muito importante pra mim
muito do ar que eu respiro
muito é o quanto eu preciso de voce
muito é o quanto eu te quero e te quero bem
e muito...mas muito mesmo é o quanto eu te amo. :] "

Ai ai -.-

foto nada haver. eu sei. ¬¬'

"Denise enters her condo feeling a ton of pounds on the top of each shoulder. What a stressful day I had she thinks to herself,t throwing her handbag on the carpet. Something she’d never do if she had still be living with her parents. She got rid of them by the age of 18. The weights should’ve already have disappeared off [of] her shoulders. It was what she always wanted: get out of her parents home not only for freedom and the “permission” of having a wild life but also because she wanted to leave her parents alone. She always felt, since the day she stepped onto this world’s ground, that in some way she was not a wanted. It’s not that her parents didn’t love her. They gave her a nice and comfortable life. She did feel loved by them but she also felt like she was interrupting their careers or that she was the only thing that kept both of them together.
After the little oh-my-God-poor-me-I’m-so-tired moment she had, she took off her shoes and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. A nice cold beer. It’s sort of funny because two years ago she didn’t drink. At all. Now she’s just an everyday drinker. Probably because of her last affair. Denise was such pathetic immature little girl approximately 2 years ago, that she really started drinking because some guy did it too. Isn’t it just amusing? Really, I am amused. But let’s not talk about him. He’s useless. He really is."

Daí depois disso tive bloqueio mental.

Eu preciso melhorar meu inglês novamente.

Beijos.