Vira-and-get terribly hopeless messes with everything in the world and die of grief.
I think it has a deep well and shallow due to the fact that, among other things, when I see housing prices in Rio de Janeiro, increasingly becomes clearer that my place is Jacarepaguá.
That if I am very optimistic about my chances of credit in 2014, when my debts finally end and when I think it will be possible to finance something minimally interesting.
has a side of me that does not forget the Zona Sul .. That thing decadent and loose, near recreation areas easy and full of beautiful people with fresh cuca ... Alas, alas. I'm here
exposing the most honest way possible facets of my most shameful and I am most costly in life, this tendency to dream of a life more glamorous and try to live it (almost - because they never lose the honesty) any cost.
would be nice if I had gone out of my parents' house with more planning ... I should not have gone to Orange. Could not have fallen in love with a guy who just had a cover and an interesting trend to look for a glamorous life like mine but with much less character. Never, never, never could yield to the impulse completely moronic to live with him in Copacabana.
But I did it all because I let it slip through my delusions of consumption and not for me I saw my face and I saw real value financial and moral, because, after all, I had no money for any of this and I became a better person by making so much shit.
You can not undo the blunders. What I have are R $ 1,200.00 deducted every month from my salary to pay them.
But there are good things and I can not forget them. There are a few friends trying to give me strength to endure. It also has the students full of possibilities and excitement for life. They make my hopelessness go with both idealism and naivete. Not counting the dogs ... But I think it is better to speak less of it, because I seem a little crazy in my passion for them. Oh, and we must always remember the plants ...
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