If I could write what I'm feeling now, I'd win the fucking Nobel Lit Prize.
Or get picked up by the men in the white coats.
It's hard to say.

Once again, my skin looks like a fucking disaster and I don't know what to do. So much fun to go abroad and look like fucking Lordi.

My nose is so stuffed I can't breathe and it's getting a little annoying now. Four more days until Zürich, I want to be well when I go ( Read more... )

Felt weird for the last couple of days ( Read more... )

Good day. Good.

Making lunch. Potatoes and roast chicken in the oven, as taught to me by the lovely shenshen77. Well, potatoes I could do from before, but until I visited her last weekend, I would never have bought anything else but chicken filets. I don't do cooking. Don't ask me how I survive since I can't afford eating out as much as I would like to, because I really don ( Read more... )

Sometimes I just feel like deleting everything I ever posted anywhere because really, I need a little more recognition than this. But that would give me zero recognition, so... yeah...

I really am trying to see the good things in life. They are just very few and so small I need a magnifying glass.
The bad things, however, impudently seize all space they want to and swallow everything in their way.

Back to reality.
Work is the same. Life is the same.
Tired as fuck.
Didn't want to leave Frankfurt. Probably good I did, though, because I would have become an alcoholic in no time; wine is really cheap in Germany. Going to go back, though. Loved it there.

I want to sleep for the rest of my life.

2 days to Frankfurt ( Read more... )