Zero fucks given. None whatsoever.
I don’t like my weekends. And I dread every following week.
I get to sleep a lot, which is fine. But it also prevents me from doing anything else I might actually enjoy. It’s not that I don’t need the sleep, I absolutely do. But I can’t make any plans while I might fall asleep any minute. There already were multiple possibilities for disaster.
Still. I’m here writing this while I listen to a video instead of going to sleep. This is the most stupid thing, but sleeping only brings tomorrow faster. And I really do not want it to be tomorrow. If I could stop time, I would.
I got a bunch of old photos from my childhood and was kind of looking through them. Why that only brought unhappy feelings, I don’t understand.
I don’t like where I’m at right now and I wonder what I should have done and do now to be in a better spot.
I’m weary. And sometimes I’m tired of trying.
Seriously, why though?
- Airline ticket – check
- Hotel-voucher – check
- Change money – check
- Car reservation – check
- Nerves – omgbbq
- Head – gone
Don’t do Facebook. Or Twitter. Or any other social media bs. And not solely because of the data-leaks. – Although I believe that it was more data-sharing, but that’s me.
Don’t do it, because it won’t make you happy. And I know from experience. Past and current, as I still use Twitter.
Do what makes you happy. Go hike. Read a book. Watch cat videos. Do drugs. – Heck, yeah. Do drugs. Because that way, at least you can tell about your own experiences and not those of others.
If I’d get an opportunity to checkout of my current life, what would be my conditions to do that?
It’s going to be great. No, really. I do absolutely look forward to this.
Checking out the first apartment tomorrow. Less because I want it, but more so that I started the whole process.