killed my free days with work and family. i quite hate keeping basic parts of existance alive like that. fuck this small talk, i don´t have anything to tell you...
i´m bored by personalities. heard your story and your instant-attitude hundred times before but my ears won´t stop bleeding. i´m listening to this shit again.
and shit on it again.
so i spent some cold days in the sun, asking myself why. at least i can talk to myself without being annoyed. what luck...
and just to keep it in mind: there might be things idon´t want to know.
But i will.