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Not sleeping yet. I have something that I like to share with you, that’s of great importence.
My home right now looks like the home of crackaddict. It’s not as if You have to mind Your steps for illegal substances, needles and broken glasspipes. It’s just….. Filthy. Yes, that would be the appropriate word.
Is this messed up apartment in some way a symbol of my life. What would change if I where to clean it up?
Im scared just thinking of it…
My God how I do not like the fact that it’s sunday today instead of saturday! I much more prefer yesterday instead of today.
But, Im seldom happy with the present.
Don’t do drugs,
to much.
av Max @ 23:54:38
Back from the south
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So, seven years it took for me and my southern friend, let’s call her Janis, to finally meet again.
It was almost as we met just some days ago.
The weekend was to short. Way to short.
We drank beer, laughed and talked. I even decided to move there, somewhere between the fifth and sixth beer. Then she felt sick so we hugged and said goodbye in the middle of a street.
I fetched a cab with a strange driver, I just don’t remember how strange.
This weekend was a reminder of something good wich I hope will start again.
Now I try to fool myself that Im tired.
av Max @ 23:10:00