
“You think am I still up for this? All this intensity, all those arguments, doors being slammed, well, you know what it’s like…”
There are guys and girls everytime, everywhere. But, what’s it all about? Everything is connected, but at the same time everything ends. It’s hard to understand. So many pointless things. There’s alcohol. There’s dancing. There’s vomit. What’s it all about? The world keep spinning ’round and ’round. But nothing moves. My heart is an empty room. But my soul isn’t. It’s hard to understand. Oh, but there are movies. They fill up my lonely time. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh, sometimes I hate. There are books. There are music. I pretend that I get entertainment with them. What’s it all about? Something is missing. Actually, something is happening and I wish I knew what it is. There are funny classes, great moments in the morning and interesting learning. But sometimes it seems it doesn’t mean anything. What’s it all about? English, dentist, afternoon classes, psychologist. The routine it’s all filled up. It appears to be filled. There’s the trip soon. There’s party soon. But, everything it’s pointless sometimes. And right now, right this minute, it is. Of coure it’s just an odd moment of this writer here. Don’t be afraid.













