It’s a late night, and I can’t call anyone, so I decided to write here.
I feel so tired, of all these fuckin things. This is too monotone, besides, pressures are coming from around, and I don’t have something nice to do, cheering up myself. Too many things I expected. I love Dee’s words in Rectoverso which says
“He is the happiest person, because he doesn’t know what he can’t get. And I’m the saddest person because I know all the things that I can’t get”
And why I should know all those things? All the things I can’t get.