Just.. Talking to myself..

I”m writng my BA thesis. So.. I read a lot..

The more I read, the more I write.
Not only the dissertation

I just feel the needof sharing that I’m sitting in a dark room, with one cup of coffee and one cup of milk on my desk.
That the is total silence, besides a strange sound of my desklamp.  My coffee is cold. Just as my heart, but that’s OK.
Who said it should be different?

I wish I could write something more creative. But I think people with no talent are needed here, on Earth, anyway

I will just.. keep talking to myself ;P

I’ve just received an e-mail about this blog. That actually reminded me that it exists.

Life.. I’m getting older, but I don’t feel smarter, better, more intelligent.
Once upon a time, I wanted.. well, I remember my dreams from past.
I wanted to make world a bit better.
Instead, I turned to be a real stone.
Time flies, and I don’t know who I am.
Ok, I’m a teacher, that’s my job.
But when it comes to me.. I don’t know who I am.
I don’t know what I want.

On the outside, everything’s fine.
I’ve got a job, I’m finishing my third studies, I’m healthy, have a place to sleep and something to eat.

Inside.. No idea.
Maybe there’s just.. emptiness..?