It’s just seems weird the idea of writing about somethings, I don’t know how to write things with a good structure or even with a good English.
Moved when I was 25 years old, I was used to a totally different life.
The realizations were of tremendous pain the first months or even year outside my comfort zone.
Found a job and new faces started appear in my life. Language is different now and even tho I can speak English I couldn’t speak their proper language.
I feel nervous just thinking of it over again when now I know I was going back to the same life I had before but just with a different everything and everyone.
I met someone a year later and that was…
Was dumb of me falling in love again with someone, I wasn’t ready and I still had to care about myself first before that.
She was everything I ever wanted and I thought I needed, my life was for here and I was happy if she was happy and obviously I was going to hurt myself again.
I’m going to take a break on this here cause I’m not feeling well… I guess if you see this, this will be a journey about my life and thoughts, ideas, emotions. I never wrote nothing about my life nowhere and it’s time to take some weights out of me. My head tells me this can help. Ok later.
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