Well... I'm sitting at a computer at the University, a bit tired, I have to admit. Last night I sat here for quite a few hours, actually until morning. I've had a period of painting and writing lately. I've painted and written out what I feel deep down inside and somehow it makes me feel better. Actually, I have been doing alright I guess cause I've been more angry than anything else and for me that's a good sign. But somehow there doesn't seem to be enough time. (How come?). I've noticed I'd need two lives to do everything I want to... I'm still waiting for something great to come up... like a trip around the world or something...
Tanase
It's friday morning and I'm sitting by the computer at school, eventhough I'm free and really shouldn't be here. I don't really know what to write right now. It feels a bit strange writing since it's been a while and I don't know really how to put the words.
During this last month I have had a lot of things to think about. There is decisions to be made and plans to discuss and at the same time life seems so empty. How is that?
It's like I'm working really well doing a lot of stuff but all of this without a reasom eventhoug I know I have all the reasons in the world. I don't get it.
It seems like I'm always a little bit low when writing here. I could look at the good things in life too. I haven't had any flashbacks in a long time and this is a bit weird. Maybe am I starting to function as "everybody else"?
Somehow it's really simple this life.
You wake in the morning. You dress. You go to the bathroom and brusch your teeth. You go to school. You sit by the computer (longing for mails from people and sometimes there's personal mail aswell). You go home. You call a friend. You go over to her place. Then you go back home and to bed.
This is life.
Simple.
Tanase
