I want to be a mother of a human. It might be from adoption, from in vitro pregnancy, or even naturally. All I know is that my child will be raised vegan. There won't be lies: no Santa Claus or the Fairy Tooth. The truth will be told. Don't come and opinionate on my rules. I won't have baby shower either as I hate bothering people on my personal matters. Don't ask questions on my ways. Don't judge my decisions. God, how I hate these things.
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Don't invite me for drinks.
I no longer drink alcoholic beverages.
Don't invite me for barbecues.
I refuse eating beings who have face, minds which can dream and eyes which can cry.
Don't invite for cookies or pies.
I no longer intake sugar, eggs, and no dairies for me either.
I stand for healthy eating as I am married to a diabetic.
Don't invite me to debate politics.
I no longer partake leftist points of view as I have grown old enough to realize that romantic utopias do not buy my dreams.
Don't try to convince me that I am wrong.
Don't force me on the contrary.
Don't waste your precious time.
By L. C. B.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
I live in São Paulo now.
I am an employee and not employer anymore.
I keep being vegan and sober (9 years).
I no longer wear blue hair.
I no longer live far from my family.
I keep fighting for my country.
I haven't given up this blog.
I wish to be a mother ASAP.
I restarted THERAPY (sigh).
I have lots of love in me.
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
...and I am so proud of it! Ha.🎉🎉🎉
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