P-chan's messy head
It feels like last week had eight days. Damn, that’s a Beatles song or close to being a Beatles song. I’m actually too tired to write. The week’s been terrible, including today (that’s what I meant with eight days). It’s a never-ending routine, a reoccurring nightmare, feeding the angry demon and releasing the brake I 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. Es interessiert mich Read More …
Thanks to this week in the library, I got to write four hours each day, which has improved my focus. I’m very impressed with the fact that I seem to recognize this terrible bird outside my house. It sings the same song outside my room in the morning and again in the afternoon. Then it Read More …
I’m not angry. Why be angry with someone who is only protecting her mother? Is it bad if you don’t 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 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. But I mean them, except for the little particles in my body. The guilt, the apathy and the irresponsibility result from wanting everyone happy–everyone but me. I don’t want to say Read More …