The revolution will not be televised

 

Noite de 22 de novembro.

 

5 minutos.

Lugar certo, na hora errada…?

“Vai bater em mulher? Vai bater em mulher?!”

“Vou! Vou bater em mulher!!!”

Poderia ter sido eu; eu também estava no caminho. Poderia ter sido a minha irmã, a professora, a outra menina… Mas foi ela.

Fomos todas nós.

Ele não bateu nela, mas, de alguma forma, ela foi bastante agredida.

E nós todas também.

Eles nos agrediram; a nós todos. Também.

Isso tudo ainda me angustia muito, e eu não sei se vai passar. As noites tem sido mais mal dormidas que o “comum”.

 

A vida é mesmo feita de momentos. E esse vai ficar gravado na nossa memória, pra sempre.

Eu não vou esquecer — e nem quero.

(Firme!)

Dear Future Me 6

 

 

Let’s see how much I will have learned until the next year….

 

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Dear Future Me,

it was a great surprise to receive a letter today — as it always is, I guess.

It’s “interesting” to see how some things are still the same, after one year… after almost two years… after a lifetime.
I feel some of those things as if they had happened yesterday — and then saudade strikes like a bicth. But some painful memories hit me as well, and then I feel kinda happy they are already in the past.

I finally left that job and some leeches who used to drain me dry. Some times I think/ask myself if that was really the best move (with the crisis and everything)… Specially since I had to “pay” for that (yeah, in money ALSO), but it was totally worth it. Undoubtfully.
I haven’t been working since the end of May, but soon I’ll have to start looking for a new job. The end of the month is my deadline, actually.
But I’m fine with that; I had a little bit of time to clear my head.

Even though I got really close to getting in the university I thought I would, I didn’t. And it turned out to be for the best.
I got in another one — which I found out is way better.
Despite the fact I’m not the most sociable person, I can keep conversations with almost everybody (the ones that matter — to me haha — at least). But “making friends” demands a lot from me and my patience.
And my grades are pretty good so far haha! I wish they were this good in my first semester in biology. This motivates me a lot; perhaps now I’m finally on the right track.

I’m also getting involved in some projects (extra hours!!!), which are quite interesting. I’m really getting some stuff done, and this makes me feel more useful.

Yet, somehow I continue to feel misplaced. And lonely, definitely.

My sister has traveled almost three months ago, and by the time I receive this she will be already here.
Probably I won’t have the chance to visit her there, and this hurts me in so many different ways.
I don’t feel “jealous”, but I still don’t know why I never got this chance (or the support to go after it).

Life at home crushes me more and more each day; I gotta find a way to get out of here. For my own sanity’s sake.

I’m still “single”. I wish I could move on at last; maybe then I could really meet someone, but it ain’t easy for me — and I can’t figure it out yet.
But I’m on the way, maybe. Therapy helps a lot with that — even though RIGHT NOW I feel quite stuck.

“This too shall pass”, I suppose.

The amount of things I had to write this time shows me how much has happened this year, but I still have a loooooong way to go.

I just hope I can keep finding energy and strength for that within myself, ‘cause I just feel like giving up from time to time.

But I’m more resilient than that — I guess.

“Keep on swimming”, dear.