It was maybe too late to say goodbye. I could not believe anything,
anymore, anytime.What a load of rubbish.
Later, tough, it all seemed clear. Days can go by, but in the end
it's all down to these small moments when things clear up. The cloud
over my head is gone. Like taking antidepressive drugs, a minor change
but significant. Well...
All this intellectual mumbo jumbo, lets deal with fact, the basics of
life is out of our control. Reproduction, we might think it's something
we decide, not! We can't even see our selves in the mess. All this social
structure and this law and order, for what ?
Good for some... Some day we might benefit from our brain to deal with
basics.I do not recognize the need of structure. Really?
Can't really say what all this writing is good for. Self therapy maybe.
All i do is sit down and be bored, and whops!, wrote some crap.
Alex wrote for 20 minutes a day a few years ago, just to push herself
It's a way of getting alot of result in a short time. It's not the quality
but the quantity. The amount of energy put into the writing, just for a
strange determination to do so. Admirable, but i don't enjoy stuff like that
myself so mush, it's not my way. How strange and peculiar.
I'm in a classroom, for the time being. Soon i'm a normal person again, not in a
enclosed capsule of scedual work. Well, it's been good, for something.
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