E 'the fiftieth post, I realized just now. The fact is that I thought to write something great, important, impressive, powerful, surprising and touching, instead misa that we should abandon the idea since it already is so far if I wrote three lines . You know, is the inspiration, inspiration is, how are you or not depends on how you feel, or at least is not so crucial. Why if you're bad, you got inspired to write about sad things, good things if you're happy, but I find myself to be bothered by a confident but on the other side, wanting a turn, frightened by change, excited about making decisions. .. In short, they run too many thoughts on my mind and the ability to order them on a blog or in real life is, at least for me, impossible. So should only tell of what I see right now as I write this post I mean. What is the fiftieth've already told you? Yes, I did. Seeking to broaden the perspective and then re-reading I realize that all the past ones I do not regret any of them, who all had a sense when I wrote it because it think that maybe should be changed or worse thrown in the toilet? Even now, as I post instead, you're writing, but not on paper, some other episode, which will then be archived with the others in the library of my existence. I speak for myself but to you the same thing happens ...
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