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Memoires

Yesterday I was putting in order my books, notebooks, etc. I came across with a lot of papers, chemistry guides, philosophy lectures, random sketches, things people wrote to me, various drawings, unreadable lettering, al sort of things I've put there through these past years.

In order to accomplish my duty, I started throwing them to the garbage, one by one, I remembered a moment, a feeling, a thought, I felt like I was not only throwing away just sheet of paper, I was throwing away a piece of me, what now is my past.

The mere thought of never having a class with my teachers again was really hard, no more of those texts about Kant, Aristotle, Plato, Freud, Nietzsche and so many other who make me think, and go deeper into my world.

Moving on is always leaving something behind, I really needed to get this out of my chest. Even though I already talked about this with Úrsula, I feel I ought to leave this somewhere I can reach easily.

This is what I'm feeling right now.

PS: I typed this in English just in case Lissy reads it :B