Weekend
It was the first time this weekend that i felt that even when doing something i really loved, there was something missing. it was that feeling of wasting time, of wanting everything to pass, to do something else. Maybe it was cause i dragged flo after me when taking photos, realizing i am usually taking him to do something i enjoy instead of doing something together. I don’t know. Usually it is me who plans the weekends, as he feels confortable just to stay home and watch tv. But it felt like it was too much this weekend. I don’t know. I just hate it when i i have to choose concerning time. And i feel it often. For every photo i take, there’s less time i actually spent with him. For every dance i dance there are 3 less minutes. It’s strange. But on the other hand, not dancing or not taking photos would drive me crazy. I don’t know what is wrong with me. 
