3am BINGO!

BINGO! \\ Torres Vedras (2012), PT

Start working at 3am because you're feeling to sick to go to sleep?
Now that sounds like a great idea! Humhum

Late dinner make me feel sick. And now I'm tired but too restless to go to sleep. This is not good.

So let's design shall we?
And maybe when the sunrises again I might feel tired enough to actually go to sleep.... or I just might drink some coffee and turn on the tv and watch stupid shows.

Short {after midnight} story #2

All that she ever wanted was to be loved.
Be accepted for what she was.
Let down the mask and be with someone that she didn't need to hide parts of her, that's she didn't need to tell sweet little lies.

She just wanted to be free from the standards that restrain her.
Be like a bird, spread her wings and fly away... so far away.

It wasn't that easy to do, not even in her fantasies she managed to be free.
She was locked down by her fears, her beliefs, values and tears.

There was no escape... no escape from herself!


Solitude \\ Miramar, Capela do Senhor da Pedra (2013)

How can someone spend her day dragging herself from hour to hour, just to realize the day has passed... it's gone, she didn't do nothing. Accomplished nothing, nothing that she can hold in her tired hands.
Because she's tired, oh so tired.
All she wants is to lay her head in the soft sand and let it all go.
Close herself in her cocoon and have some closure.

And let it all go.

The Beard man said \\ Life is too short

Up up until the end of the golden path  | Golden & Brown Fall Series \\ Cucos (2011), TV, PT

“Life is too short to waste any amount of time on wondering what other people think about you. In the first place, if they had better things going on in their lives, they wouldn’t have the time to sit around and talk about you. What’s important to me is not others’ opinions of me, but what’s important to me is my opinion of myself.” 

 — C. JoyBell C.
Another Black day \\ Church Door (2005) Dois Portos, PT

What to do when you find out that something you thought it was real it's fake?
Or to be more specific, I thought someone was something, I deep believed it, and more I know the person, more I know it's fake, and fake. I swear that I thought I was different, what we had was different. But apparently I was wrong.

It's something that's bothering me, and more time I let it go, worse I feel about. I don't want to deal with it, and with the person. All this gives knots in the stomach. I find myself not wanting to do things that I usually enjoy.

I'm just tired of this.