I suck at writing

I just suck at writing, I never know what I have to write about or how! He says we have to write about the films, I managed to write about one of them with around 500 words, I need about 800 each film and he told me to write about only one particular scene, WTF. How am I supposed to do that? I can't even manage 800 about a whole film, he also said I've only described it and idk how am I supposed do it otherwise, I asked if I had to show my opinion or what and he just said stuff I couldn't understand, I don't even remember what he said anymore. Fml

Is it the film? Is it what I think about it? Is it about the design? Do I have to describe it or write about what I think it means? I asked these things and he said stuff I couldn't understand hahaha he was kinda describing how war affect people's lives (the films are about civilians during war) and I'm just sitting there looking at him like he's speaking greek, idk what to do. I guess I have to write about how the film shows their struggles to adapt to war times.. Idk I have to try at least (although that's what I thought I was doing)

(yesterday was) possibly the worst day of my life

It was a normal day until about 4 PM when I burned my hand trying to open a bottle, yes burned. I tried to turn the lid and it was fucking glued or something, I had to use a scalpel to open it (and I was freaking thirsty) wtf.. I was at Uni and at night I was going to have dinner with some friends and I wanted to go home first, but there were some stuff I had to print that couldn't wait so I went to the media room to do it really quick and it was closed (of course) so I went to the library and the computer was magically fast but when I went to the printer it didn't print my pages because there were other things in the queue because it was out of paper (I still had like 15 min before the second last bus, so I could get the last one to go to the train station, it's the same bus line), I really needed those things printed so I went to the front desk and asked the lady to take a look at the printer and after she (slowly) figured out what happened she gave my money back and told me to send the pages to print again. Of course this time the computer was slow and of course the printers weren't there for me to select them, for some reason, so I though "fuck this shit, I'll come back tomorrow" (see, I didn't want to go to Uni the other day only to print stuff, now I'll have to) so I ran for the bus and missed it, of course! I waited for the last one then, it was 6 PM and I was supposed to be at the train station by 6 PM, but that's ok, don't panic, the restaurant reservation was for 7.30, which was the exact time I got there!! (Of course for that to happen I had to walk 15 minutes in the rain to get to the train station cuz I missed the fucking bus and in the process I lost the band-aid that was holding my broken nail together, so basically I got there on time, soaked and with a nail peeling off of my finger, ouch). In the train I got a text from my friend cancelling our plans for next Monday that we were planning for ages, now I'll have to do it aaaall byyy myyyyseeeeelf don't wanna be. During dinner I got my period, how great, TMI I know, but that was ALL I NEEDED! Because after that I was going to meet other friends at a club and cramps started, woooo loving this day, can you tell? Thankfully this girl that was with us had some tylenol in her purse, she won't read this but THANKS GURL! I went to the club and of course no one was there yet, I waited for about 30 min until they showed up. It wasn's bad, despite my cramps it was fun and we ran for the bus on our way back home, of course, almost missed it lol! Got home just fine with buzzing ears. Oh yeah, I also had an argument with Misty Boyce's bum on twitter #unnecessary. Something really awesome has to happen soon or I'll start thinking someone's doing some voodoo with me or some shit. Who taught you the voodoo that you do?


A vida é simples, você que a complica.

Por mais que seja difícil continuar, tudo o que a gente precisa tá dentro da gente! E tudo o que importa são as coisas e a as pessoas que a gente ama!

A vida é uma caminhada sem paradas. Tem muro, pedra, curva, bifurcação, a gente tropeça, cai, mas nunca para de andar! E sempre olhando pra fente. Lá na frente tem que ter alguma coisa boa, se não, porque estamos indo pra lá? Tudo o que você precisa tá dentro de você, ninguém pode mudar o que você sente, às vezes nem mesmo você! Você sente e pronto. Basta aceitar isso.

Tudo o que te cerca pode e te influencia, mas a decisão final do que você quer, sente, pra sua vida, seu corpo, é sua!

"A sua paz interior depende exclusivamente de você. As pessoas só podem lhe tirar a calma se você permitir."

Ou seja, ser feliz é uma opção!

É difícil, mas é como dizem... Se fosse fácil não teria graça!

Deb.

Desapega!

Larga do meu pé, xô, rala peito, desaparece, sai fora, vaza, se pirulita, chispa daqui, evapora, some, desinfeta, tchau, beijos, chora e não me liga!

Entendeu ou quer que desenhe?

Deb.

MEU blog!

Textos me inspiram e eu escrevo! Li um e escrevi umas coisas.

Me considero uma pessoa feliz que tem seus momentos difíceis, quaisquer que sejam os motivos e suas consequências. Eu sempre penso "vai passar", pq tudo passa! E eu nunca penso "po, se tivesse sido desse jeito..." não foi, não dá pra mudar, não dá pra viver pensando em como poderia ter sido... e a vida não pára não, enquanto vc ta pensando em como poderia ter sido vc podia estar pensando em como que pode ser pra ser melhor do que foi! É a forma que eu penso!

Fazer projeções é do ser humano, pq sem uma meta, um objetivo, pra onde vamos caminhar?

Mas o bom da vida, na verdade, é viver o presente e aproveitar as surpresas boas que aparecem! Pq essas são as melhores, é aquele momento que quando vc percebe, tá vivendo ele e a sensação é a melhor do mundo! É espontâneo, é de verdade!

Sejam felizes! Merda acontece mesmo, mas passa!

Beijos no core,
Deb.

Quero sonhar, quero sonhar, quero sonhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!

bjs.

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MEU blog...

Oi, esse blog é meu e hoje não vou postar um sonho...

Ser sincero, autêntico, é um dom! Foda é quando pega na ferida, às vezes acontece, tem gente que perdoa, tem gente que não, mesmo sendo na inocência! Amigo que é amigo às vezes comete essas gafes, mas nunca pra magoar. E amigo que é amigo, perdoa. Tudo o q a gente faz ta disposto a ser julgado e ninguém é perfeito pra não julgar e não ser julgado, hipócrita quem pensa assim!

Boa noite,
Deb.

Cansei.

Cansei de sonhar coisas relacionadas ao meu dia a dia, cansei de sonhar ilusões e cansei de você.

Quero meus sonhos malucos de volta!

E eu odeio comparações.