Thinking in Another Language
I think I will be back to writing here for now to keep me busy. Life certainly dealt a crappy hand this year. Not only did I presume my 24th year would be my "golden" year, full of joy, happiness and having my wishes come true, I guess it's not meant to be. My fita that I got from Brasil is still on and I guess I haven't gotten my wishes granted yet. It still grasps onto my wrist with one line left, but considering the circumstances that have happened the last 2 days certainly have been tultumous.
I cannot think of anything else but things that preoccupy my mind. Why has alawys been a question that opened so many doors for humans yet causes so much sorrow and anguish in other circumstances. Maybe it is better in the long run, but for now a gaping hole has manifested itself in the continumm of my life.
Thinking in general has been the cause of so much fustration. An article on yahoo!news pointed out that we may have spilt personalities when we speak in other languguages. Talvez eu vou falar em portugues agora. Eu sinto mais feliz quando falo portugues...
It hard to burn out a year of your life, that seemingly feels like it was all a dream. Or nightmare for that matter. Just intangible and never real. But like one of those dreams that you felt so real and have trouble distingushing whether it was real or not. Somehow it feels like the latter. Just like a dream.
Hopefully I will wake up soon and realize it was just a dream and only a dream. I am glad my little cousins are here to somehow keep me distracted.
I cannot think of anything else but things that preoccupy my mind. Why has alawys been a question that opened so many doors for humans yet causes so much sorrow and anguish in other circumstances. Maybe it is better in the long run, but for now a gaping hole has manifested itself in the continumm of my life.
Thinking in general has been the cause of so much fustration. An article on yahoo!news pointed out that we may have spilt personalities when we speak in other languguages. Talvez eu vou falar em portugues agora. Eu sinto mais feliz quando falo portugues...
It hard to burn out a year of your life, that seemingly feels like it was all a dream. Or nightmare for that matter. Just intangible and never real. But like one of those dreams that you felt so real and have trouble distingushing whether it was real or not. Somehow it feels like the latter. Just like a dream.
Hopefully I will wake up soon and realize it was just a dream and only a dream. I am glad my little cousins are here to somehow keep me distracted.