P-chan's messy head
It feels like last week had eight days. Damn, that’s a Beatles song or at least close to being a Beatles song. Even though I’m tired right now, I need to put this down. The week’s been terrible, and it includes today (that’s what I meant with eight days). It’s a never-ending routine, a reoccurring Read More …
Früher habe ich alles gemacht, und immer rechtzeitig. Alle Hausaufgaben, jeden Gefallen, jeden Brief beantwortet, alle Termine eingehalten, immer mein Wort gehalten, immer Bescheid gegeben, immer zurückgerufen, immer zurückgesimst und immer so getan als würde mich alles interessieren. Jetzt… habe ich keine Lust mehr. Außerdem wird Zuverlässigkeit heutzutage nicht geschätzt, sondern ausgenutzt. Interessiert mich aber Read More …
Thanks to this week in the library, I got to write four hours each day, which has re-improved my attention span. I’m very impressed with the fact that I seem to recognize this terrible bird outside my house. It tweets the same song outside my room in the morning and again in the afternoon. Then Read More …
I’m not angry. Why be angry with someone who is only protecting her mother? Is it bad not to reflect your own views in arguments? Views that are supposed to open the person’s eyes who you’re arguing with? I think I just never understood that people don’t change. If they know nothing but their attitudes Read More …
I’m so close to telling everyone. It would take a couple of seconds, and I would stand here on my own, regretting those words, although I meant them, except for little particles in my body, which DID not mean them. The guilt, the apathy and the irresponsibility result from wanting everyone content, everyone but me. Read More …