I am watching Scrubs.
I love this tv serie, i think i have a little bit of JD in me. When i am under pressure, i always look up and think of something weird that can help me.

I am thinking about how i am changed in these months, because of all that happened. Breaking up and saying goodbye to a two-year-old lovestory, realizing that my ex boyfriend is such a jerk, seeing how idiot he could act... makes you different. Makes you keeping distance from your past and at the same time trying to analyze it. it's worth for you to see how much you can grow and be yourself at all, and how life is a continous vertigo of changes.

And now there's you, another lover, a new way to live love, a new way to feel what's around. New colors, new filters.
I kinda feel better.
I always am unquiet, restless, actress of my own life.
Not a watcher anymore.

Thought it wouldn't have taken long to write. In fact, I've waited four months only. Wow. It could've been worse.
I'm listening to the Gomez. I love 'em. I love their special music.
Waiting for the snow. It hasn't snowed yet.
How long should i wait?

Nothing easier to explain. Four letters: L, A, Z, Y, and writing them brings too much work.

I'm lazy. Totally. Think about a cat-meow-meow lying on a couch, eyes half-closed, kinda sleeping but it's not. Cats never sleep. They're always ready to react.
Get back to the cat on the couch and watch it. Completely abandoned. Relaxed. With nothing to do and no will to do it.
I envy it.

But i'll be such a cat.

I can meow.

Okokokokok. i said i've never written on this blog, but i've changed my mind. i'll keep my english good by telling everybody all the stuff about me.

so, you're all welcome.

we'll start soon.