Oh, well... what am I doing with my life?
 I will be nineteen 29 days from now. I was 15 when I first posted something here. Crazy, huh?
 I am writing at another place now... there are things that only me can have access to, it seems like. Yeah, currently, only I can see the posts here. It's closed for everybody else, but someday I will probably open this for the world again.   And, probably, only her will read this. Well, I don't really think that she will read everything that I have been posting... it's in english and everything, and the portuguese posts are just... too melancholic. It's really dramatic, man. I'm a fucking drama queen, you know.
 Anyway, for now, I feel like a need a hug. Seriously. I feel like I am dying and no one is noticing. I don't have a single soul that I can count on. I am in a terrible place. If I manage to stay alive through these dark times, then I will consider myself a Victorious.

 Maybe I should take a cold shower...