It's been a time since I've wrote a diary here and a lot of things happened from the last time I've been here, in fact, mu life got twisted upside down, but it was in a very good way. My heart, once sick, is pleased and the only sickness that has on it, it's called love. I'm luck I've found someone who can really take care of me. Someone who had inspired a plenty of my latest posts.
I'm here for a reason, I must admit that I'm afraid of being too intensive, too boring, too stressful and too annoying.
I've been complaining about a lot of stuff, but it was supposed not to have reasons for it, because my life got better and I'm happy as motherfuckin' hell, but I still think that after getting use to the situation, I'll be left for being stupid, somehow.
I've been dreaming awake about this new feeling and I've saw myself doing stuff, for real. Planning things, traveling and listening to a catchy Yellowcard's song in a special event where usually people declare their feelings to a person they love to the most.
I've dreamed about a baby. An entire family. The best Canadian one.
That has been my goal since the day I was born and for the very first time I'm truly believing this is about to happen.
With you around.
Tks,
Geasy Lagos
