My brain's a mess and im not sure if i want to deal with it.
Once upon a time, in one of those days I actually can't remember, I saw someone saying something that didn't feel real ( I didn't want to acknowledge it) and it was all about the fact that they say that "you are born an artist, you won't just become one." I think I'm kinda one of them. Honestly, there's nothing that i hate more than that. But, in the end, this is not even what i want to talk about today. Because is the second day where I'm trying to write this text and I still am not sure if i'll let the world have access to it. Even though i actually have no readers here at all. And, with this second try, i got the chance to look at older texts that now, doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Still, i know what i felt at the time, i still relate to them (not everything written on them though). I wrote a lot about emptiness. I am still slowly realizing that this isn't something that all people feel and that, usually, people do not have onl...