4th of February

I feel tired. deadly tired. this weekend my belly hurt, I slept at 4am. then went to the monster shop and did 60 euros. then went to work and it was busy. I was supposed to stay only until 11pm, but I stayed longer for David.... went to sleep at 3am. the next day we woke up to go for a coffee, I went alone to the protest in Germany against afd. it was beautiful, felt alive again, took pictures. really nice. then I had to go to a fucknig meeting from the bar, bullshit. the bosses couldn't listen how fucked up they were. they offered be a gold deal of doing social media (one event per week) for 13 euros (an hour more). bullshit. now im tired. after this I went home. I slept and woke up early to go to two classes. bad classes. like worse than school. and then I went to a cafe to search for another job, found one, but couldnt send my application. Then went to work again, I was supposed to work only until 11pm, stayed there until midnight because the other cowork left. bullshit. Got home at 2am and now im destroyed. feeling tired. dead. ill work again. 

eu sempre fui resistencia, desde criança, sempre fui arte. sempre. arte. fui e sou. resistencia. grande.