Feelings

I feel like I should throw up to feel better. My bowels should be turned inside-out to let the world see how much I'm bleeding. But I don't want the world to see me bleeding, actually. I don't want anyone to care about me. I don't want people to ask me how I'm doing. They don't really care. As I already told you guys, I could perfectly walk around in the park asking everyone who smiles at me to fuck themselves, they wouldn't care - because they are not listening. It's like a "friend" once asked me: "hey, how are you doing today?" and my answer was: "Quite bad, thank you" and guess what I got as an answer: "Good! Wonderful!" -> didn't listen! I don't care.

Really, I don't care. I'm careing about other stuff right now. Like: Is Italy going to win the match tonight? Hope so! ;-)

At least I didn't lose my sense of humour (still).

hugs from the re-activated piccadilly