oh me brain

I feel silly when I write in portuguese. Like I'm obliged to say something utterly eloquent, all the time. It's stupid, I know, but that's how i feel so i'm writing in english again. Plus, I haven't been reading much and the words are starting to fail me. Ah, also, I heard someone saying that reading makes you creative. I'm in no mood for creations.
Nor thinking. At all.

It's just...so much easier not to.

well, i hope this is my 'tiredness' speaking.

and then i thought

I was reading some blogs around the internet and realised why I'd always delete mine or just gave up on them.
They're three hundred thousand times better than what i have, than what i write.
At least, they all look better than this to me.

Note to self: look for self-esteem. probably somewhere in the trash can.

frustration

i was never able to hold on to a blog for long. When i'm pissed of, i usually have pretty good ideas. And from those ideas always come blogs, co-created ones. 4, to be more precise. It's frustrating so i'll try to write on this one as much as i can. I hope i don't give up on it as i did with the others. Kinda sad when the only thing you can't give up in life it's when you're addicted to it. Coughtwittercough