I have absolutely no idea if anyone is reading this, I just want to say, apparently to no one, that I have made some changes here, I have deleted some posts and comments because they didn't mean anything anymore. I must also apologize for my mistakes on my writing abilities, I'm portuguese and I would like to improve my writing and this was the way that I found to do it.
Today I was planing to study a little or watching the last Harry Potter film. I am completely crazy about HP, call me whatever you want but I have no shame on admitting it, I am very proud.
I have been feeling very inspired lately, to write of course, the problem is I don't really know what to write... So, I decided I will continue to write whatever I want when I want. Unfortunately, no one is reading this but I would like some feedback on this.
K&H

After months without saying a word, I thought I could make an effort to write something here. Sometimes I have some reflection moments and words start popping in my head like tiny points of light.
So, this morning I received a phone call from my dad, he was about to leave his house to pick me up at mine. I already had everything packed in my bag and I just stayed watching tv like I always do. My mom left, she went to visit my grandmother, she left before I wake up, I've only sensed her kiss on my cheek and I fell to sleep again. Curious woman she is, she can be so kind and generous or a bitch without a reason. I love her anyway. I was carefully choosing the book I wanted to read while I was in his place, but then, I saw an empty space in my bookshelf and I thought "The Sorceress can't be alone in here", I picked up "The Necromancer" because I believed it would be a good company. "What can be a better company for a Sorceress then a Necromancer? Well, "The Magician" or "The Alchemist" would have been, but those will be travelling with me."
Half an hour later he arrieved. His upset and poorly wrinkled face gave me nightmares. He was almost 52 years old and yet he dressed like he have been dressing this way his whole life. Fisically he looked like he was around 40 years old, psychologically, he was 80. He says terrible things about anyone who seems different. I hate him, I can't stand him, his stupid conversations, his belief that the world his focused in him.
This day passed like every other day and today nothing special happened. I'll try to come back tomorrow to write some more.