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.
_________
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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* Rafito Andrade foi chefe da blogueira por um breve período mas logo virou um grande amigo e parceiro de viagens ao paraíso.
Beibe, don't worry about the chocolates, I'm sure they are gone already! Just be sure that if those feelings insist to stay with you, came here and we get rid of them cheering life with a big bottle of champagne.
😉
Luv ya!
all those feelings that we can't avoid…I am just like you today, but my friend as I always say…let's keep walking and tomorrow will be a better day for sure = )
Many Kisses
Iza
You know, some other day as people insist in given new names to what-da-fuck is nameless yet, I overheard a convesrstion on, behold…:
TANOREXIA
Yes, that's it. People whom, like Valentino, G. Armani, Donatela or Paris Hilton suffer from this disease in which they never think they are tanned enough. They need more tan, spray tan, bed tan or any other ink or extremely hazardous rays to appeal sexy.
C'on. Tanorexia?
We already have our drunkorexia!!! Live us alone.
(…)
BTW, I just got better, was just one of those days, for sure.
Beijão, Rafito
(agora com assinatura!)
Melhorou é? quer dizer que não brindaremos a vida com uma garrafa de champa?
Afeeee!
I love you.
Clicquot loves you.
Let's celebrate.
E convenhamos. Convidar a eu_barra_você_barra_ambos_+Geane_Silva para um drink sempre será uma retórica.
E lembre-se sempre da célebre frase de Napoleão, que guardo como uma lição de vida:
"Champagne.
Nas vitórias você merece.
Nas derrotas você precisa dele."
Pencas de amor.
Beijão,
Rafito
so much BABE and I LOVE YOUssss…….
Eu li Clicquot de Veuve Clicquot?
Hahahahahaaaha
Aloka!
Good text! I started read the words, making my conclusions and "in the end"… (like Linkin Park music) was other thing!!! Great!
Big kiss Beta!!!
E eu que to no meio do rolo e só li agora??
Aloka, anti-social que fica na fábrica trabalhando enquanto o resto dos habitantes do Brasil e de outras partes do mundo literalmente pararam tudo para assistir um jogo na tv.
Bão, vamos ao que interessa: QUEM COMEU O CHOCOLATE DE QUEM HEIN???!!
E agora está se sentindo culpado??
Huahahah
Gentem, vcs são umas figuras mesmo.
Beijoks molhadas de viúva Clicquot nos 2,
G