Basorexia
It’s been a while. Since I’m writing in English. The last time I wrote something in another language, was for my thesis. But, well, now, to mark my two hundred works on my blog—actually on my way—I think it’s a perfect time to start again. That is life. You start something. Doing it for many years. Start to feel bored. Forget. You feel empty. Start searching for something to do. Remember. Do what you used to do again. Again, again, and again. It’s like the first time you fall in love with someone. You tried so hard at the beginning but when she was already yours, you started to forget how important a little thing should be. And then you start again, again, again. Learn from your mistakes. I don’t know what’s the best topic to talk about. I don’t know, really, and I don’t care. I just want to write something in English. In another language—perhaps it can take me—to another world. Probably about my future, or my anxiety, or about how bad our nation has been lately, or, for sure,