no lust to go home. a novelty.
is again a new episode of "I am separated from JBOB, but it breaks my heart" broken, some 7 or 8, really knows I do not anymore, since the last Sun-morrow, are clearly 36 h, no ads, but I have a bad gut feeling. (Jajaaa, maybe I should give it a try with JBOB and not every time "only" JPAT -. Oh damn
actually it was months in the past with JPAT quite well, it looked a lot like "we berappeln us back" from but then came in quick succession two fat setbacks, the first me and then also it back "to start, do not go on Go on, do not pull a 4000 Mark brought. I like to write no more, it's shit is always the same, and that I months in the past as many have learned, it's almost worse, because you know, at least in part, why - do but turn can still nothing, the feelings still play with you again horse ... It pulls no little less than before. dancing tango thought, "waswärewennwaswärewennwaswärewenn" ... "Erfehltdirsoerfehltdirsoerfehltdirso" ... in circles, round and round - because of, the head is round so that thoughts can change the direction. bullshit! so that the thoughts run better in the circle. the only reason.
I'll go home now. I must go somewhere so, can not sleep in the office and no smoking shisha (otherwise I do not smoke, but a shisha (without illegal ingredients), if the tag is not to save different).
and a very sick cat.
shitty.
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