It's been a while now, since I'm a total mess, incapable of grabbing my own thoughts and in an inexplicable belief that nothing can be done in a due.Schedule is just one more thing I lost somewhere and I struggle without it. Without actually doing something. Those are the most horrible fights you can ever have.
Sometimes, the image of me having that effort looks like the cover of Sleeping With Ghosts, Placebo.
I want to get myself together and finish my projects.
I need to find priorities.
I have to write some lists until they become my schedule.
That sounds like a lame therapy, but it's time for some desperate measures. These shoes are killing me.
Leaving that aside, I need to learn what life without dwelling over stupid things is. Silly things like two pink telephones are alright, but living in the memories instead of moving on is just one other stupid crazy issue.
And dreams of Sweden, I must leave aside for a while. I need to finish what I've started just now.
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