18 Mart 2010, Perşembe
saat: 03:40
cookies.
i sense a pattern i choose to ignore.
why is there a bed on the living room floor?
the reason has a long story and a history longer than a decade.
don't ask questions you can't handle the answers of.
also,
for whom the bell tolls?
or even better,
for whom the phone rings?
i know it rings for me, but i am not answering unless i want to talk.
flaky. you are flaky. and i am done with the shit. for a little while at least.
green is the color, yo.
where are my travel plans? get me my schedule now.
oh baby, you are going nowhere.
it was grey's time again.
my first marathon started when i was faced by a £683 bill that came under my door. it was terrifying. so i numbed my brain to stop the worrying and focused on the screen.
i had found a solution after that weekend and i never looked back again.
i will indeed need psychoanalysis if you keep harassing me about psychoanalysis.
one night can turn all your colors to white.
easier said than done.
