I don’t know what I’d like to do now. Some of what came through my mind are crying, shouting, or just sorrow. Or blog. Yep, definitely blog. Stupid thing, to write down some itchy stuff about my life nowadays.I wouldn’t like to write anything definite, only express that I am disappointed in a way, my eye has been opened up some more though. But, besides, some words and sentences hurt. I don’t understand people, and I don’t understand some things of what I’m thinking about right now.
Maybe you, I, we, are less than we thought, or only I am the stupid sheep understanding less, showing to understand more. Or the contrary?
Some things should be talked about only irl, not via e-mail or like that. We cannot see each other, so maybe we have same thoughts, only different viewpoints, different train of thoughts, so we don’t understand the other.
But, you know, the problem is, I’m starting to be “fuck I don’t care”, about more and moar things.
Maybe time to become Black Pestilence of the Unworthy instead of Dumb White Prince of the Caring…
The Times They Are A-Changin’ …
