Ah, but I wanted to write about so many things...
About how I sometimes wish people were born in test-tubes. How now I remembered too well why I was so eager to escape somewhere, anywhere on weekends. How I feel venom getting into my blood, but I never get it out, it would only make things worse. Swallow and recoil. How I never thought I could feel so much hate, how much I sometimes just want to strangle someone, not in the least myself.
About how listening to Deg before bed is not such a good idea after all, and yet it is exactly what I’m doing now. Scratching at the scars.
About how my computer is utterly fucked up. And 0 MB on drive C is no good at all and how I had to use my last resort, delete my only and last game.
About how I hate all talk when nothing ever gets done.
About how I’ll have to wake up at some ungodly hour and go to pass an exam I honestly couldn’t care about less at the moment.
About how this message got deleted and I had to type it all over again. And the font turned out black, so I decided to leave it that way.
About some other minor disappointments and frustrations.
About... Oh, the hell with it. Guess I didn’t care enough. It will get better. Sooner or later. Life sucks, but that’s all right if you’ve got the balls.