I'm too bad at describing myself.
Maybe because I change my thoughts about myself every five minutes or so. Sometimes I think I'm some kind of god, sometimes I think I'm just a complete loser who doesn't deserve to live. Manic depressive, huh?
I am a sort of nostalgic guy. MP3? PS3? DVD? Not now, thanks.
I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't play and I can't draw. Sometimes I can't cut my toenails too.
2 comments:
olha, filho...
eu ainda estou lutando pra falar inglês, aprender alemão e desenferrujar o espanhol.
e o google nao me ajudou em nada a traduzir essa sua frase.
beijos
Good words.
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