Anyone, who ever comes across this little bad boy and decides to read it, BE WARNED: this is an emotional ramblings blog of a bipolar ADHD, OCD me. Thereby, enter at your own risk. This will probably not be very consistent and will definitely die within the next year... however, my state right now, requires this.
Anywho, it's 04:01 am and the first birds just made that awful sound that reminds you that you have fucked up your sleeping time, that it will soon be, well that it already is morning and that nobody and nothing gives a shit about what it is you're feeling here in your room, that life goes on with or without you, that there ain't no way that the birds will shut up and let you sleep now, so all you have left to do is to suffocate in your room with the window closed.
It's the beginning of new life. yes. indeed.
Recent events obviously have been rather encouraging to the development of thought processes inside my head. A few years I ago I used to love the sound of birds singing. What changed? Well, obviously me. People don't change? Bullshit. They do. Of course it depends on the person, but I know that not only do I change from year to year, but I also change from minute to minute.
What am I now? A lost, insensitive, abusive blodge of anger, sentimentality and contradiction. What is there to do? Time will show.
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Anywho, it's 04:01 am and the first birds just made that awful sound that reminds you that you have fucked up your sleeping time, that it will soon be, well that it already is morning and that nobody and nothing gives a shit about what it is you're feeling here in your room, that life goes on with or without you, that there ain't no way that the birds will shut up and let you sleep now, so all you have left to do is to suffocate in your room with the window closed.
It's the beginning of new life. yes. indeed.
Recent events obviously have been rather encouraging to the development of thought processes inside my head. A few years I ago I used to love the sound of birds singing. What changed? Well, obviously me. People don't change? Bullshit. They do. Of course it depends on the person, but I know that not only do I change from year to year, but I also change from minute to minute.
What am I now? A lost, insensitive, abusive blodge of anger, sentimentality and contradiction. What is there to do? Time will show.
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