We keep on burying our dead. We keep on planting their bones in the ground. But they won't grow.


Constantly re-experiencing the previous scenario. Shivering and shyness, I was unable to speak properly for a few moments. Losing my f-u-c-k-i-n-g head here, but someone like myself would go insane regardless of the location. I need a drastic change of scenery. Generally, I am good at conceiling my insanity, but the last days have been awful, I've become dependent on my imagination for achieving happiness.
Things really just happen when you don't think of them. I should meditate more often.

Listening to: Sadahzinia - Δεν είμαι κανενός

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