quinta-feira, janeiro 15, 2015


I love to fix and decorate my apartment but then sometimes I think, do I really want to stay here? In this apartment, in this city, in this country? What do I really have here? Besides my mom, who I love to pieces and who drives me insane when we are together, where are my friends, the people I care, the people I love, the people I enjoy spending time with, the people that seem to understand me and care about me. It feels like they are all spread out, and I'm nowhere near them. I'm afraid New York City became more home to me than anywhere else. That would be truly sad.

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