Meu querido cientista
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Ongoing9m
Last published Fri, Jan 21, 2022
Quando paro para pensar talvez eu não seja eu. Afinal o que significa viver? Fazer as mesmas coisas de sempre? Fazer o que me dizem e seguir fielmente isso? Seguir todos os meus desejos e não me importar com os outros?
Ter esses tipos de pensamentos as 03:00 da manhã é super plausível. Antes que me perdesse completamente neles levantei e fui à cozinha para fazer o lanchinho da madrugada, quando cheguei, vi um post-it em cima do meu cup noodles assustada e curiosa li o que estava escrito "isso algum dia vai te matar, vai comer alguma coisa descente {desenho de carinha brava} Ass: C" quando acabei de ler comecei a chorar desesperadamente, para tentar me acalmar decidi voltar para cama e tentar dormir. Mas quando deitei nela a primeira coisa que veio a minha cabeça foi aquele dia. O maldito dia onde tudo ao meu redor começou a desmoronar, até que eu a vi, e minha vida fez sentido de novo.
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