What a Life

I am hardly studying English, so I thought I could write a text in English, but obviously my English is awful, and you all will have to forgive my mistakes. And also forgive me for have been passed so much time not writing here. I can explain my faults. I am not working; technically I would have all time available to do a lot of things, including writing. It is exactly what everybody thinks, and because of this everybody ask me to do a lot of things. And guess what, I have no time to do my things. Actually I have time, but I became so disorganized that is like i did not have time. I need some routine. My friends call me nomad because I always moving. Today I’m here, tomorrow I am there, and then I have to go to another place and then another one to do all the people ask me for. But I am not complaining. After all, I got these responsibilities. I am just explaining my self although I am not supposed to do this because nobody pays my bills but me - and my father, sometimes