I couldn’t identify it right away but I KNEW something was wrong.
These days always start like that, right? Of course you know what I mean.

This weirdness, this anxiety that comes and goes in gigantic waves, this feeling that something is wrong and there is this only ONE thing that can take you out of your misery.

It is wrong. I know it. I feel like I shouldn’t do it.

It was messing myself out, my mind to implode in these fucking deep thoughts (…) what da hell is wrong with me today?

At last resource, trying everything to escape it.
Work. Gym. Music. A good book… work.

Hopelessly. It is still there.
And it is gonna continue there whether I want it or not, fool me.

So I just played week. I did it, I confess.
With no regrets but these words here painfully written.
It’s in the past now. It’s over. I can handle the guilt.

Yes,
I did eat the whole box of chocolates.
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Beta, I don’t know if you may think it’s kinda weird or totally natural coming out of a freaky me, but lately I’m having so much more clear thoughts in English rather than Portuguese. Just can’t explain. Guess in part you can blame the audiobooks I’ve been reading (?) / listening. And nether the less my pisces nature, that blossoms out from time to time as gentle as a tsunami.

But don’t take this wrongly it just wouldn’t sound the same if I have written in our mother tongue.
And in case you’re wondering if this is true or not…yes, I just ate a whole box of See’s Candies that my sis gave to me yesterday.

Miss you, babe.
Beijos
Rafito

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