I might. - 27.08.2009 0:51

Go to bed. It's late. Go to sleep already. Geez.

Yes, it's the time of talking to myself. It starts as a mumbling while doing the dishes and ends as a passionate selfdiscussion while getting undressed.

Quickly put on the music to make my mind stop thinking.

I wish I could, I wish I could, I wish I could.

When walking home tonight after work, I looked inside windows of other lifes. What have I been doing until now? Why am I trying so hard? What or who am I trying to proove?

Honestly.

I don't know.

Do I really give a damn fuck?

I might.

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