shift is hard to reach, pressing caps lock on specific letters takes time.
9h ago i ventured in the old town with some friends, one ultimate goal - to take pretty pictures so i seem cool to the fellow students in estonia. somehow, my proposal to "fuck it, let's drink" worked flawlessly, and at about 11pm we ended up in a small flat drinking wine and playing guitar and this:
and that was incredible. an honest night with conversations, music playback, playing and recording, backrubs, smokes and drinks, oh. then i ask for a final cigarette, since i've ran out of mine 5h earlier and leave. the matches don't fucking work. let me just say that my mom bought a house in the countryside, it is nowhere near finished, therefore, for the past 5 years we've been practicing to make food on a fireplace. if i can make a fire in wind with a single match, i should be able to light a fag on a calm latvian autumn night. i wasn't, every match broke.
i make it home, open my facebook application and see a picture and it breaks my heart. three days grace is a terrible thing to quote, so i won't.
human interaction is hard. why do i fall in love with an outer league, why doesn't it stop, why did i built up a character i am not able to use to be happy? convincing myself for almost 4 years now that music is my passion and then it hardly means anything, because it is not exactly her field.
i am just drunk enough to roll out of the bed, that's great.
and if you assholes submit another university homework without capital letters or with through-out whining about not understanding, i will
do nothing, because that's how weak i am tonight.
one of my favorite readers said she has listened to every single song i've posted in blogs. that fills my heart with sunshine.
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