Days are nights and night are days for me, but that’s known, right? I saw someone coming online whom I wanted to call. I’m impulsive - I called. It wasn’t until the end of our conversation that I realized it was close to midnight.Well, it’s an example of I don’t think enough - sometimes - about what I am about to do.

I’m fucked. I’m irritated. I feel bad because I’m sort of cheery, with no obvious reason. This is so bad. The world is wasting away, and on top, I need to be cheery about. I feel worthless. I feel useless. Did I yet tell you I lost my hopes and dreams? There is nothing left on this world but waste.

You know I’m into X. Well, I read it’s effect is more powerful if you snort it. I’m experimenting with that.

You know what. I’m not doing it on purpose, but it seems I am giving things away, letting people know how I feel about them. And more, I’m like preparing a feast meal, but only with a limited number of people… Pff, nothing’s fine with me.