silence

I never really understood people who were feeling down and didn't talk about it, because, like they said they "couldn't be bothered" to talk to anyone. I never understood them. Untill I recently found out what it feels like.

If life would only exist of sleeping and drinking than it'd be the perfect life for me, yet the most imperfect life I could imagine.

How do you deal with life? If you feel like it ain't worth living. Or at least you're not deserving of it? Does any of this even make sense at all?

I guess that's the point of life: being senseless, pointless. Yet we all are living it. Human beings are odd creatures. They live a life and are happy eventhough they know it's gonna end one day. For some persons way too soon, for others way too late.

I can't help wondering how people would live their life if they knew they'd die within the next year. What would they do? How would they live? Who would they try to meet? Who would they try to avoid?

Hmm, nevermind me, it's just another one of those dark, grey winter Sundays and I am bored. Not a good combination, hehe.


Emotional Songs for me right now:
The Smiths - Asleep
Apocalyptica - Farewell
Avril Lavigne - Slipped Away
A Perfect Circle - What's Going On

the 3 commandments

* thou shall not drink
* thou shall not use hash
* thou shall not hurt yourself