When I try to organise my writing, sincerely I have no idea where to start. I am a simple caos inside and a perfect order outside. My life is a plot of ideally functioning periods and complete re-evaluation moments when I risk to tear down all what I’ve built so far. I loose myself into music in order to not to freak out completely. I make terrible choices, repeating the same errors in different vests. I take some wonderful decisions too but always finish on questioning them. I never stay mentally or physically in the same spot for too much time.
* in Naive thoughts
Revised: 08/17/2020 11:43 a.m.
- Aug. 17, 2020, 5 a.m.
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Last updated August 17, 2020
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