Until very recently I used to overthink about everything that was minimally important to me. I would overthink about an unfair situation that I would witness, unfair words that I would hear, about something that would hurt me, about the fact that certain things I imaged and expected weren’t happening. I was thinking about million reasons why everything was happening that way: “maybe he doesn’t like me anymore”, “maybe I’m stupid like that person said”… I used to overthink eve
Sometimes love is pain. Sometimes it is an inebriating sensation similar to drugs. But sometimes is pain. And even when love is mutual, it is painful to not be with the loved one as much as we want, not talk with him as much as we want and not be constantly there, right in his arms, feeling his heart. It really sucks! But no matter how much it hurts, never doubt your self value. Às vezes amor é dor. Às vezes é uma sensação inebriante semelhante a drogas. Mas, às vezes, é dor.