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I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.

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And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

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I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.

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Sou um turbilhão de sentimentos. Um turbilhão de pensamentos e ideias não concretizadas. Sabe aquele caroço preso na garganta por palavras não ditas? Psé cara, já estou familiarizada com essa sensação. Sabe aquele gosto amargo depois de um encontro mal sucedido, no qual a hesitação se fez presente e a atitude marcou ausência? Sabe aquela sensação de deitar a cabeça no travesseiro e tudo o que vem na mente são os erros do dia? As inseguranças? Os questionamentos sem respostas? Os problemas sem soluções?

Deitada, me pergunto quando a aceitação irá bater na minha porta, e a insegurança fará as malas pra partir e nunca mais voltar. Talvez. Talvez esses sentimentos sejam constantes com as quais temos q aprender a viver.