I was bored the other day and happened to me this particular blog with pieces of me. My diary translated from Portuguese. Things I wrote when I was fifteen, sixteen...eighteen. Justify my words doesn't make me a better person. But I read Tolstoy's sonata the other day and it said: "If there's a purpose in life, it's clear that life ought to end when the purpose is attained".
"All my life I had to deal with ghosts of one sort or another. This means my sources of inspiration are varied because, as you know, there are many kinds of ghosts".
"Now that I'm older and trying to concentrate on things that makes me feel complete as a person..and opposing myself to things that make me feel empty. But it's difficult not to feel empty. Being human is difficult. Everything I do has to be visually appealing to me. My emotions are tiring".
"A lot of things makes me sad. It's almost easier to be sad".
"The ghost of love, where does not depend on moral qualities but on the physical closeness".
"I didn't look at a fashion magazine until a year ago..and never taught of what I'm putting on..I probably look awful most of the time".
"We are very close. We're extremely close".
"I do actually believe in all this?"
"I'm a fascinated nonbeliever. I don't want to destroy the pleasure and enchantment".
"I think as you get older, you narrow down what makes you happy..."
"I'm learning things about myself..that I didn't want to know"..."or die with it".
"I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy myself".
"He's cheating on me. He's cheating on me, and I don't really care".
"I burned a photograph today, and felt released".
"My story consists of words, that form phrases, from which there emanates a secret meaning"
"woman don't have to sacrifice being sexy"
"Take me home, or go away"
"What I don't know how to express in words is more important than what I actually say".
"I love the ugly...equally"
"It's the least favor I do for myself: acceptance".
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