am, crawling. Waiting. Waiting for something, but I still don’t know what it is. Don’t know if it’s worth the time I spend thinking about imaginary situacions. Traveling. Traveling inside my own mind. Creating experiences that are only possible to happen in my mind, myown universe (which I like, in some stupid way, to call my “Bellverse”). Is there a world outside? A real one? I hear it calling my name, but I just don’t seem to be strong enough to go and get what was always mine, waiting for me. Don’t know if I want it. I’m a huge fan of changes, but at the same time, enormously afraid of it. Glad because I have a constant smile on my face, sad because I’m not being treated the way I’m used to. I’m in constant conflict and that’s what excites me and keeps me thirst for the next moment. If it’s good or bad, who cares? That just ain’t living, it’s called trying.