*neeeeeeeeee* strange sound of a broken down brain
i realised how much i love bike riding in comparison with rollerskating...
i'm outta shape.
i'm hurting.
i'm sad because you're gone.
i can't suck it up.
i painted a picture frame purpule and am gonna print the picture i prommised to.
i was so hungry that i ate a 6-piece sushi set, a bowl of soup and a full plate of pasta all at once.
i'm reading Remark books and can't believe how fast the time flies by.
this all wasn't supposed to be this way.
it doesn't make any fucking sense.
i was so glad you called.
but it makes me hurt more.
it's like i'm hung over and can't remember exactely why all this stuff is happening.
only i can.
that's why i try not to.
it's like i still belive it could be a trick.
i'd agree to relive this month all over again a couple more times.
not even changing anything.

yet there's still one more digit to a lucky ticket.