More Shit

I intended to write something like "I don't give a shit anymore, fuck you all, I couldn't care less," but I won't because I don't mean it. I don't know what to write. All that comes to my mind are things I don't want to write and things I don't mean. I'll just say some of them, I guess. The ones I don't mind writing that much.

Summer ended yesterday about 5.30 p.m. The same place where last year's autumn came. The difference is, autumn hasn't come yet this year, I think she's in the process of coming. Still, summer ended.

I don't want this vacation to end. It's like the worst fucking vacation ever, but I fear its end because I'll have to go back to school and then it'll probably become worse. Still a part of me wants to go home. Well, at least I'll have things to do. So to say, I'm gonna live in interesting times (these days there are times when I hate Terry Pratchett, I guess I'm just losing my sense of humor... gotta get it back).

I feel lost.

And I think I'm a coward, a jerk, a schizophrenic, an idiot, and a potential drug-addict. Okay, I didn't mean that last one.

That's enough, I start thinking it's meaningless, so I'll stop now.