if you ever read this, you'll think i'm crazy*

i love the days when i don't say a word out loud. they're the ones i talk more inside my head. with whom it is i can't tell, but he/she/it always has advices - right or wrong, moral or not, that's another story altogether. maybe its conscience, intellectual thought, internal discourse. maybe it's just the voices of the different people that chose (got stuck?) to live in this shell. (i.y.e.r.t., this part you won't understand until you learn portuguese...) preciso de uma temporada de jejum mental e de deixar a época de impressionismo emocional. preciso da tua ajuda para isso. embora ainda o não saibas. ou sequer desconfies...
* and you'll probably be right...