Something’s seriously wrong if you hate they days others love. I mean, I can have fun and all that, it still doesn’t matter. I feel sad and desperate every fucking Friday and blue and empty ever damn Saturday. The Sundays are usually pretty low too, but that’s always due to all the non-done homework I couldn’t spend my time on during the two previous days do to various, annoying things I had to think about. Sometimes I’m just too fucking apathetic I cannot get myself to do anything except reading 300 blogs and get even more blue watching pictures of happy people on facebook. I have a problem.
And well, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays also mean I have let yet another week pass by. I can’t believe I’m doing this to myself.
Jag skall aldrig mer tacka nej till utgång. Dansa häcken av sig själv är typ det roligaste jag vet, I sure should do it more often. Dansa och glömma, glömma, glömma.
Jag är en trygghetsjunkie, det är felet.
