Things have become pretty fucked up lately. People I’ve known my whole life are suddenly strangers. And that makes you question things. If it’s so easy to be desolated, then it must have been something there before?
I am crushed, yes. But somehow relieved. I mean, it was horrible, but now it all seems like a piece of history that will be kept, no matter what. And Buddha said that nothing lasts forever. Well, Buddha was a clever man, whom spoke true words.
We also have Murphy’s law;
Everything that can happen does happen.
It is sad, yet true. And I will rather have a heartbreaking truth than a warming lie, even though it might hurt like hell. But let’s face it; Lies hurt more.
I won’t point out what went wrong. I believe that something started to crack a long time ago. I remember the summer two years ago, crying because I saw this wouldn’t work. And that wasn’t the first time..
I had it coming.
I would be devastated and alone right now if it hadn’t been for this wonderful guy, who always makes me smile. So all creds to him. He’s my everything, and things are looking pretty good right now, so that’s something to focus on, and not the past.
Flats are pretty weird if you think over it. You´re just in a box, stacked upon another one, stacked upon another one… Like rats in a cage.
Imagine what´s happening under you. Maybe it´s a peace declaration? An unannounced war? Nothing? Everything? Who are the people living around, over and under you? Psychopaths? The next nobel peace winner? A dictator?
Maybe they´re just like you.
Out the window you can see tiny ants, or humans in a hurry as some might call it. What are they rushing to? Who are they running from? What are they running from? Time, problems, relationships?
We´re living in a mad world. Stacked upon each other, always hurrying towards something we´re never going to get in time.
Right now I’m supposed to make an idea to how a scene should look like. The story is my life, so it’s very whimsical and me-ish. The music that’s playing now is Justin Bieber (not a fan).
So my creativity isn’t at the top.
Well, it’s hard to be creative in a room oozing with dramaqueens (not the good type) and meaningless rap.
Hurray for Secondary High School.
Okay, I can’t be super negative.
Okay, I can be super negative. I’m hungry and craving for something yummylicious.
So, that sums it up.