Cirmuļa atklāsmes -

I feel very human, only in the wrong way human.

and all of the things I'm doing - none of them is good enough for me.

and I cannot take myself. I cannot take myself.

and I tell things I don't know.

and I have nothing to say when I should talk.

and I say nothing when I should say just anything.

and - god! - I wish I ... at least knew how to...

I'm not even asking 'why?' anymore. what's the use. I wouldn't know what to do with the answer.

and yes, I don't really like myself. it's like that love&hate type of relationship. I cannot leave myself, but hate myself dearly.

and I always have to generalize things! (bitch...)

just shut up, SHUT - UP !!! that's what I tell myself. but I don't really listen. like I could listen to a person like that. ha.

and there you are. there I am.

f..k, I hate myself.

oh, shut up.