I order to
not forget my english now I will write every week a little essay or personal
diary. All it will depend on my feelings.
Now I’m on
the mission of looking for job and love. I wish I could find my perfect match
and also my job. I don’t need money I want it. I wish I could find a perfect
job where I can earn a lot of money.
Love
My last
lover boy left me short time ago, 3 months. I feel so sad, my heart is crying,
but my mind said to me “It’s OK you’ll find something so much better”. I loved
that man, but that man didn’t love me, so maybe this is the reason because he
left me.
Why so much
pain, it hurts. I wish I could find another good man. I don’t think I’m alone,
but I want another man to discover my world and my body. That last man was awesome.
I loved his body, well part of him. I loved when he looked to my eyes saying “Love
me”.
Part of me
it’s ok, part of me is saying bye bye.
Yesterday
Yesterday
my grandmother arrived from dialysis, she was bleeding so much. Her skirt was covered
on blood. I didn’t believe it, I saw it for the first time 10 years ago, but
now I feel bad for her.
I wondered
why some professional aren’t good with their job. They’re looking for earn a
lot money and not for The Call. When I work I do it for Love, because I like
what I’m doing and the time flies. Well I see the reason why nowadays there’re
many frustrated people.
Well Thanks
this is only my first writing.
