It’s all downhill from there.
via: niclaslindahl
Guess I need to put life on hold over the next few days. Work overload, mindfuckery overload, and just general overload. Going back to Stockholm on Friday and I don’t know if I look forward to it.. Will still have to work, still have an overload of shit to deal with. But at least there are more things and more people I love that I’ll be close to.
Mental meltdown coming fast.. (Bitter End - Meltdown)
“Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted.”
Wilma Enberg, as quoted from (possibly) John Lennon
Productivity is the eternal sadist, the sadist with whom you have an insanely unhealthy relationship, and you can’t stop depending on it, ever, no matter what stress it may cause you, no matter what anxiety it may cause you, you need it, and it makes you the masochist, unvoluntarily, but you need it. And in the end you wish you’d had more of it, because it would’ve made you happy, and it would’ve done you good, and all of a sudden, being a masochist isn’t such a bad thing anymore, too bad you always realize that too late.
I hate nightmares. I hate nightmares. I hate nightmares. I hate nightmares. I hate nightmares. I hate nightmares. Ugh that feeling keeping you awake and you know it’s not real but you feel the texture of it and you don’t know what it is.. I hate nightmares.
- Travis Bickle: Shit... I'm waiting for the sun to shine.
I’m so happy. Cause today I found my friends.
They’re in my head. I’m so ugly. But that’s ok.
‘Cause so are you. We’ve broke our mirrors.
Sunday morning. Is everyday for all I care.
And I’m not scared. Light my candles. In a daze cause I’ve found god.
Nirvana - Lithium
Over a cup of coffee, through the window, cutting through every drop of water falling down from the sky, my thoughts fly and end up on a rock somewhere, near the ocean, and there’s a storm, and it’s lonely and freezing, and my thoughts are still warm, and they are happy, my thoughts are happy, but they are on that rock and they aren’t coming back, they don’t come back, and they’re on that rock, away from me.
50 words down, 1950 to go. I just can’t be productive when I need to be. If only that issue was exclusive to essays and not my life, things would be different.
