coisas dessas. em dias destes.

I wonder what would happen if I told you three small secrets.
Like sometimes I don't like to be me. Sometimes I hate to be me.
Many times.
And that everything I have to do causes me panic attacks.
All the work I love. And I don't know which work it is.
That when I believe that my aims might be bigger than me, I oblige myself to create rules.
Even though I hate it.

Uncontrolled time gives me a nervous consciousness.