Every day, I moved further away from my family. Both jobs, and now college, consumed a large part of my weekdays. Only Saturdays and Sundays were free, and were often reserved for doing college work and sleeping. It had been a while since I had slept so much, without worrying about what time to wake up. On Saturday he would set an alarm clock at two in the afternoon to wake up. And since I didn't work at the weekend, I forbade myself from doing college work until seven at night, not to mention that I couldn't stand the idea of staying in the city of Burma. That place bored, choked; so whenever I could I went to São Paulo. And, until it was time to leave, I would stay in my room, there on my computer, or with my books, or watching a movie, but there, in my corner, quiet and peaceful. My house even with my mother, my younger brother, and my sister when she stayed at home, was silent. Only the sound of the TV could be heard in any room, or someone climbing the 16-step staircase, with ceramics and lit with a faint and flickering light. It's very sad to say that, but every time I put my foot at home I was stressed, the reason I don't know and I couldn't understand why. I had no conflict with my family, nobody argued and we were even a close family. So I kept wondering if it was because of the city, the boring neighbors, or just irritated by nothing at all. NEVER DISCOVER! but every time I put my foot at home I was stressed, the reason I don't know and I couldn't understand why. I had no conflict with my family, nobody argued and we were even a close family. So I kept wondering if it was because of the city, the boring neighbors, or just irritated by nothing at all. NEVER DISCOVER! but every time I put my foot at home I was stressed, the reason I don't know and I couldn't understand why. I had no conflict with my family, nobody argued and we were even a close family. So I kept wondering if it was because of the city, the boring neighbors, or just irritated by nothing at all. NEVER DISCOVER!
My house was a pretty house in the beginning. It was big: it had a garage with a capacity for two cars, and never had any. A kitchen, all with decoration and everything a kitchen has in white, a living room, a bedroom and a bathroom. At the top, there were three bedrooms, each with a bathroom. When I say it was beautiful in the beginning, there was almost no maintenance on it, but it was still comfortable, and my room with my bed was irreplaceable and I missed it when I slept elsewhere, which was becoming more and more frequent. My ritual at home was just waking up, taking a shower and brushing my teeth, getting ready and packing my backpack, which by the way was very heavy, as I carried everything I could, such as a notebook, college notebook, work schedule, a book, in addition to items that I called emergency items that were blouse, shorts, towel, underwear, socks, water bottle, umbrella, perfume and toothbrush, because you always leave home with a thought that day would not returned and went to sleep somewhere else. Then, I went down to the kitchen to have my coffee, which always happened to my puppy looking through the glass door as I said, and as I said too, it was no super breakfast, but a flat bread and a cup of coffee.
My stay was over there at home.
When I left the gate outside, I felt free, I breathed. I was going to my first job.
Note that I spoke little. If my friends read this book, they will say that I am lying, since I am reputed to be a person who talks a lot. But the fact is, it was really quiet and very quiet. My biggest conversations were on MSN; had endless conversations about it. Then, I realized how much the Internet takes a person out of the social world. How much you take a hostage for something not concrete and not tactical. How much it leaves people without feelings, saying that they love and feel many things just with the touch of their fingers on the keyboards. I came to the conclusion that the Internet is a double personality for each person; on an MSN or social network, we say everything, openly, without fear, without fear, in every way. There everyone is everything and whatever you want. But when personally, it changes and we see that it doesn't look like the same person. The world loses its shyness; if it is to be direct, it is. If you're going to be rude, too. Everyone sends an e-mail fighting with a person in the best way, because he has time to think what will best hurt the person, write his words, then delete, and change, rethink and write other things, and only when he thinks that this perfect click on the send button. Not personally; the person stutters, does not think calmly as in front of a computer and says anything. The same is true when it comes to passion. They send a lot of cute hearts and emoticons with the phrase I LOVE YOU and, without a doubt, there in front of the PC, the person has no facial expression, personally no, it is difficult to get that phrase out of someone, when I leave it is because I felt it, it is radiant or red when saying. Anyway, how this means of communication brings people closer and at the same time. Everyone sends an e-mail fighting with a person in the best way, because he has time to think what will best hurt the person, write his words, then delete, and change, rethink and write other things, and only when he thinks that this perfect click on the send button. Not personally; the person stutters, does not think calmly as in front of a computer and says anything. The same is true when it comes to passion. They send a lot of cute hearts and emoticons with the phrase I LOVE YOU and, without a doubt, there in front of the PC, the person has no facial expression, personally no, it is difficult to get that phrase out of someone, when I leave it is because I felt it, it is radiant or red when saying. Anyway, how this means of communication brings people closer and at the same time. Everyone sends an e-mail fighting with a person in the best way, because he has time to think what will best hurt the person, write his words, then delete, and change, rethink and write other things, and only when he thinks that this perfect click on the send button. Not personally; the person stutters, does not think calmly as in front of a computer and says anything. The same is true when it comes to passion. They send a lot of cute hearts and emoticons with the phrase I LOVE YOU and, without a doubt, there in front of the PC, the person has no facial expression, personally no, it is difficult to get that phrase out of someone, when I leave it is because I felt it, it is radiant or red when saying. Anyway, how this means of communication brings people closer and at the same time. because he has time to think what will best hurt the person, write his words, then delete, and change, rethink and write other things, and only when he thinks it is perfect clicks the send button. Not personally; the person stutters, does not think calmly as in front of a computer and says anything. The same is true when it comes to passion. They send a lot of cute hearts and emoticons with the phrase I LOVE YOU and, without a doubt, there in front of the PC, the person has no facial expression, personally no, it is difficult to get that phrase out of someone, when I leave it is because I felt it, it is radiant or red when saying. Anyway, how this means of communication brings people closer and at the same time. because he has time to think what will best hurt the person, write his words, then delete, and change, rethink and write other things, and only when he thinks it is perfect clicks the send button. Not personally; the person stutters, does not think calmly as in front of a computer and says anything. The same is true when it comes to passion. They send a lot of cute hearts and emoticons with the phrase I LOVE YOU and, without a doubt, there in front of the PC, the person has no facial expression, personally no, it is difficult to get that phrase out of someone, when I leave it is because I felt it, it is radiant or red when saying. Anyway, how this means of communication brings people closer and at the same time. and only when you think it's perfect, click the send button. Not personally; the person stutters, does not think calmly as in front of a computer and says anything. The same is true when it comes to passion. They send a lot of cute hearts and emoticons with the phrase I LOVE YOU and, without a doubt, there in front of the PC, the person has no facial expression, personally no, it is difficult to get that phrase out of someone, when I leave it is because I felt it, it is radiant or red when saying. Anyway, how this means of communication brings people closer and at the same time. and only when you think it's perfect, click the send button. Not personally; the person stutters, does not think calmly as in front of a computer and says anything. The same is true when it comes to passion. They send a lot of cute hearts and emoticons with the phrase I LOVE YOU and, without a doubt, there in front of the PC, the person has no facial expression, personally no, it is difficult to get that phrase out of someone, when I leave it is because I felt it, it is radiant or red when saying. Anyway, how this means of communication brings people closer and at the same time. the person has no facial expression, personally no, it is difficult to get that phrase out of someone, when I leave it is because I felt it, it is radiant or red when saying it. Anyway, how this means of communication brings people closer and at the same time. the person has no facial expression, personally no, it is difficult to get that phrase out of someone, when I leave it is because I felt it, it is radiant or red when saying it. Anyway, how this means of communication brings people closer and at the same time.
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The Adam Boy
General FictionAdam is a young man who realizes that he lives alone. Concerned about this, he finds old friends and even improves his relationship with his family, but he realizes that it is not as easy as he thought. But that's not all: Adam is living hell in his...
