Isso é quando você sente e não sabe o que fazer com o que sente. E aparentemente, melancolia, solidão e paixonite dão poderes especiais:
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
To be alone...
I'm feeling melancholic as always. But now more than ever...
At least I feel like all my senses are sharpened. As if I could feel everything, hear everything, see everything, read minds. As if I could stop time, as if I could be touched my things around me, a if music could go through me... and give me pain and joy in high levels.
And I want to write a screenplay so bad.
Another night, the same things. It's such a waste.
At least good things can come outta this: