The begining

I dont like to blog, i must confess. I think it’s an emo-way of pretending you are unique and special, when truth is, you are just weird. Like everyone else. But i find it necessary to let go of what I have inside, because no one else around me can understand, or at least listen patiently enough, non-judgmentaly enough, to what I have to say. Because sometimes, specially late at night, its hard to pretend everything is ok, and smiling hurts as much as this heartache. I truly believe, somebody somewhere is thinking the same as me, that someone is going (or already went through) the same as i…. that’s what gives me hope. That I won’t go nuts or die in the process of surviving, ‘cause that someone survived too. And so I thank you , someone, for keeping me away of my suicidal ways one more time.