2004-03-12 at 7:42 a.m.
I liked Steve's story and the moral thereof, it's just a shame noone ever feels like that when the time is shit, otherwise, well, most of the time, the time wouldn't be shit. I think people switch between beng optimistic and pesimistic too quickly, everyone is undecided.
I sit here in the morning and I sort everything out, because it seems to be the only time my computer works for me, and I think about what the day might be like, whether it will have something worth remembering tomorrow or next year, or worth writing about later on. I doubt it, it's never like that anymore, I can never write about what I did for that day because I was so bored living it. I think of who I would like to talk to, and who I would like to give me a hug if I am down, and who I would want to receive a phone call off, all the stupid things that don't generally mean a lot to many people, but it's these stupid things that count with me.
I'm fucking ill again. I have a runny nose, and mega-mega soar throat !
I became a slave for the first time last night. What does a person do as a slave? (an excuse to note me).
My plans to have finished sociology and other fucking essays failed. That's why it is pointless me writing down a to-do list, because I hate following instructions and a routine.
I wish people would ignore me when I am in the state of mind that I have been in for the last couple of days, because you feel offended and let me push you away, and I don't want to. I'm just not thinking straight. I don't actually know where my mind is. Help me find it please.
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