My life is changing fast. I'm changing fast. It is strange how quickly I forget what's happening around me. I feel loathsome tonight. I feel blatant. I still got that old taste dancing on my tongue. Does death come alone? I feel cold.
Thursday, 22 May 2014
It's been some time. I rarely write down my thoughts now. It's been a tiring year. I used to wait for something to happen. Now I'm pretty sure nothing will. I'm wasting hours. Not even music seems good enough. Everything seems boring. Even my friends seem tensed and even more phoney. I can't fit in anywhere.