Hi, meu amor

Hi,

I have a hard time saying who I am and why I want to write this diary. It's just that I have the feeling that I'm not who I am yet, neither who I was anymore. Would you understand?

I have always wanted to write a blog, I have started and given up on several because I could never follow a segment, there is nothing specific that I love too much or I am good at, but I believe I have survived very well, so I thought it would be convenient to create a personal diary to vent and prophesy without censorship.

I thought about giving you a name, it's easier to start writing referring to someone, but I'd like something different than "Dear Diary", maybe "Hi Segrob, Today..." nah!! I think I'll take the opportunity to call you "Meu Amor" what means my love in Portuguese, just don't fall in love with me for real, I bet you couldn't take it. Sometimes I need a pill to sleep, alcohol always gives sense to the end of my day for some weeks of the year. I lost some years to sadness. I gained more than I lost. I lost a lot so I will probably need you to reassure your feelings for me and that  darling, takes effort. If I say I love you, I really do. But I learned that unconditionally is not enough. However you love me back or not, I'd rebuild myself in a matter of seconds, don't take that personal it has to do with the fire I got inside me. 

As for whether or not to read it is up to you, I will not write for you. I'm going to write to myself as if I were you, so it won't seem like I'm talking to myself (although I am). This is our deal: I write what I want and you read it if you want, I promise to be honest in the smallest details, and that this will displease you from time to time.