I’m tired… really tired. Was a tiring day. And I’m so… disappointed with myself. Disappointed is the word. I wish I was more, or just wish I was the person that I used to be.

I used to write “I’m a fag” or “I’m a fucking fag” in my hand to shock the people of my school, but I forgot that they, in generally, don’t understand english… I remember it because I saw one photo of mine when I wrote in my hand “I’m a fag” :p

Anxiety is my first name today and tomorrow. HEEEEEEEEEEELP D:

I think I’m so much tired

oh God, I’m getting old, it’s soon and I already go sleep -.-

Well, the test is in two days… oh, forget.

I think I’m so much dazed.

Oh, forget again. See ya tomorrow, sweeties followers :*

I passed all the night studying (this is ‘cool’), but I need stay just a little bit in Tumblr and see some Bowie to get sense of my life.

My hair lost the colour with much facility

My red hair, in this moment, is rusty and without brightness ):

I need paint soon…

How Bowie can maintain his perfect red hair with his troubled life? I don’t do nothing and my hair it’s so much more mistreated  ):

The new album of Brett Anderson is really great!

… but I still want a new album from Suede. u_u

I remember when a motherfucker said in front me “Guns N’ Roses is the band more romantic that I listen!”… 

I started to talked about how not romantic Guns N’ Roses is, and when I noticed, had silence and I was talking about the Dj Ashba childhood.

And I don’t wanna remember when I passed all the day forcing my best friend to know about the musics and biography of Bowie, with hope that she liked him. (this worked very well)

People stay scared with me when I start to talk about my obsessions.

It’s sad see me trying to convince myself to study…

“Bruna, you NEED study right now!” “Oh, wait, I’m just checking my tumblr again…”

Pass one hour and nothing change :|