My usual self

I'm sarcastic.

I'm always smiling, even when I'm sick of you, or the world.
It was hard to taught myself how to pretend to be furious.
I'm a little neurotic, ummm, strike the little... I am a neurotic.

I can hurt with words, I do not need my hands, neither my feet, to do that.
Well, I use my teeth, but just for a correct phonetic pronunciation.

I enjoy music, even when I don't know who sings or what type it is.
I'm always thinking about stuff. I consider myself an elegant, creative, damned and tortured mind (hey, hey... remember the sarcasm?)

I'm a sex starved fiend. I'm not easily satisfied.
I like to write, even when I don't consider myself a writer. But... what's a writer in these days, anyways? There's no real need anymore. Formulas have been invented and the average guy could write a novel.

To be a genious of literature... well, you have to be a genius with great publicity.

I'm a bastard, in a literal sense.

Uncomfortable

I'm not comfortable with my life right now.
Yesterday, as I was seeing the big picture:
A great collage of small moments of my life,
I thought about my childhood.

And then, snap, I remembered the feeling.
I'm hardly satisfied with anything.
That's how I felt in my childhood...

I mean...

I had control over little things in my life,
the things in which I didn't had any control...
I just let them be,
and I do not let them to interfere.

But sometimes, and you know it, everyone knows...
those things which you can not control, do interfere.
And they won't let those little things, YOUR little things, alone.

Now, I'm supposed to be an adult.
That means, I have bigger stuff.
It's harder to keep track of everything.
But I still feel like a child when I lose it.

Blue

I believe the soul is blue in nature.
Of course, there are red souls, even yellow or rain-forest green...

Souls should be blue, anyway.

Soul

I like that word, "Soul".
I like it when I hear it.
Today, I think no other word exist.

Soul.

Hello, hellow, helloween!

My birthday is coming. And that makes me think I had a rough year...
Now I can say that everything changed in my life.

I live on my own, now. I'm an independent bastard.
You know what that means: YOU BECOME YOUR OWN ADMINISTRATOR.

Yeehaw.

I'm so thrilled...

Oh man, I wonder if this year was only a nightmare.
I hope when I'm 23, I'll magically open my eyes and discover myself at home, with momma & pops, a glass of milk and Santa Claus laughing all over the place.

So kids, there you have it... if you're still young. Enjoy it.
And if you become an independant bastard... well, then try to have fun.

I specially recommend "The bloody grin" for that effect.

I know

It's been a long time since I posted something here,
but then again, english is not my everyday language.

I'll try to do it, even if it's something brief.
Even a sentence without any meaning.
A garbled sentence, which means everything to me.

Now, that's corny.