No matter how many times i try not to be this way, i will fall in temptation, i will not stand for myself. I will cry for a little bit of attention cause that somehow gives me a tiny bit of pleasure. I’ll put myself down because i’m panicking inside my own body. I forgot entirely the person i was a year ago, who would not tolerate herself to feel pitty looking in the mirror. Now i have no strengh, i regret my journey, my achievements dont look that good. I miss myself from last year. My strong self. Long walks alone with my head. Super fit and healthy. With my friends all the time. Reading. Learning french. Handpan. I gave all that away for algarve and i screwed up because i loved my work. Until it destroyed me
Estou dentro da serra e dou por mim a pensar “Não me tirem daqui”.
Hoje, com a idade e pessoas que tens, Mylène, ninguém te pode tirar de lugar algum. És tu quem decides o teu passo seguinte.