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I’m going to watch TV

terça-feira, abril 02, 2013

I miss watching TV. I miss the old songs of my childhood. I miss the big world my bed would become every night, the battles I would face with my Alf. I miss Avril, the old she. I miss not having conscience of nothing. I miss smiling truthfully to everyone, I miss the unworried times I lived. I miss being a bad person and I miss my mother telling me not to, now I can't be even if I try. I miss the dreams my parents told me, I miss the opportunities that once I believed I had. I miss going to sleep without worrying for the next day. I miss having as only fear the dark and the gigantic centipedes under my bed. I miss making plans without convincing myself quite immediately that those plans are childish and unreal, like drawing my own house or writing the best-novel of the century. I miss laying in my bed and just look emotionless to the colours of the cartoons of Doraemon and Sakura. I miss not worrying about dating or romantic gestures, I miss about not worrying if I didn’t like football while every other guy did. I miss not worrying about losing my friends just because they get tired of me, or because I’m following their dreams while they can’t, or just because I’m still the single forever alone one and I cant just date random people. I miss eating salty and butter cookies. I miss playing volleyball. I really miss the feeling of worth, the feeling that somehow I could make the difference in the game. I miss the daily practices that will never come back, and the weekly games I would never get tired of. I miss my happy family at home. I miss the feeling I had of home at my parents’ house. I miss watching movies. I miss watching old time Disney classics and just travel with the magic of talking birds and flying carpets. I miss the theatre. I miss the stage. I miss the applause of a good performance, of the dream still dreamt, of the hopes still untouched. I miss the wolf and the red riding hood, I miss the seven sins, I even miss the phantom of the opera and what a piece of crap that was. I miss my pimples, I miss having that excuse for being ugly. I miss the hopes I had to grow, to be tall. I miss my happiness.

He said I’m still young, I still have time; so lets start.

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