| 30. Jul 2006 21:34 This time I am forced to write in English.
This place has no other languages installed. This computer, rather.
But what did I want to klab?
You see that life ...
No, this is not going to work.
I have just understood that there is one very certain thing about life - if you want to have that fabulous interesting life everybody's dreaming of, you can't think about it. Life isn't thinkable.
And me...
I'm just not interested. Yet. I hope so.
Life is all about wanting to do things. This is how you go on from one day to the next. When you don't want anything, life is stalling.
And this is where I am.
I think I just haven't seen enough to want something anything.
I used to want something, I think, that's how I remember it.
But now...
It is somewhat difficult going out to see. Like, to find something to want.
No, I'm just confused.
To such an extent that I cannot ask clear questions. And maybe I have the answers, but what the hell are the questions then?
And so it goes, round and round.
I'm just confused.
Confused.
Very confused. Garastāvoklis:: sulking
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