Night and Day.

Dear Mr Mirror,

I feel so strange. These past days have been so confusing to me. I feel like I'm one person at day and other person completely different at night.

[O grande Glorioso brilhou outra vez, mas desta vez comigo no estádio a apoiá-lo! Benfica - Liverpool, um jogo muito sofrido.] 

There was a time when I couldn't sleep at all. There was a time when I spent several nights awake. There was a time when I had bad dreams. And they're back. And I would rather not sleep than close my eyes and see those faces again. Because when I do sleep I wake up so tired of them that it ruins all my day. The truth is I haven't slept in days. I probably need something to catch bad dreams.
And it makes me so sad, and it damages those strong walls that I've built around me. And it makes me feel so selfish because I want those walls just for me  and I'm not willing to let anybody in. And it makes me want to be alone. I'm a loner.
And it makes me feel that I'm not good enough for...that i'm not good enough. I am not good enough.

[Esta semana fui tratar de mim! Fui visitar a minha esteticista do meu coração e fiz um tratamento de rosto à base de framboesa, cheirava tão bem!]

And everywhere I look I see those faces, and everywhere I am I look for them. As if they haunt me.
But the problem is that I end up missing.. [NÃO! NÃO PODES! TU PROMETESTE! PÁRA!] I miss. I don't know exactly what, I just know I miss. 

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?