Minutes

nothing


absolutely nothing





things are quite simple, but I have no reason to do them... I find it quite boring

The things-to-do-list is getting every day shorter... soon there'll be no dreams to write about... I have no longer dreams...
I know what i could do. and I'm so fucking scared to do it

Because there's no point for me to do it.


I'm stuck.

and I'm wining again



I never hate people... but I fucking hate myself when I start thinking this things

.. frustrating..



no work

no sleep

no dance

...no nothing as soon as I realize.