Com o passar de cada dia, me sinto mais e mais longe e perdido de tudo, até de mim mesmo...
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I don't really know what's happening. I've been so recluse and with no energy to proceed... At all spheres, what doesn't exclude art. It's as though what was possible before, even being small, now only miscarries... I feel that there's an inexorable and impassible block inside me, and spite of the persistent attempts to move forward, the paths I manage to walk through seem to hold nothing but regression... Unexpected and inopportune circumstances appear, leaving me whithout knowing what to hope; what's exogenous moves forward naturally, while what's itrinsic remains stagnant...
As each day elapses, I feel I'm lost, farther and farther from everything, even from myself...