It’s never over. The disgust and despair never truly go away, it’s always there hanging like an umbrella over your shoulder. It’s your black dog, and you better get used to him.
Im not sad really, it’s just that sometimes life disgust me, events disgust me. I wanna be in control of every possible turn once in a while. I want things to turn out the way I want them to. Once, life was so good, the future foggy but bright.
Im getting used to my black dog now, don’t know if I could live without him. How fun is life if you’re always happy – how true is life then?
I don’t trust happy people. I don’t trust people who don’t drink. I don’t trust people who say NO to drugs.
This is not my most serious post.
av Max @ 23:50:45 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)
Work make me wanna kill myself
Well, not actually… Work tend to make me a burnout though.
Mom, sister, and my niece Thrash visited me yesterday. Thats way I didn’t write anything. Thrash do seem to take my breath away, literally. She runs around the apartment just looking for something to crash. Good thing my dvd player is in a high place.
Other amazing facts: it’s still hot like hell, I still haven’t got a tan worth mentioning (the rest of my family looks as if they’re from some southern place). Ok, so I don’t have anything to say. Nothing, nada, inget.
av Max @ 08:41:11 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)