Choices

... and yes, I did it again. And yes, I am sad and miserable again. And yes, I am terrified again of every single morning when I need to wake up and every single night I have to go to sleep.

And I used to laugh of weak people. I used to think "heh, they should be stronger". Yet I am the weakest of them all.

Life is all about choices ... the ones that you make, but mostly the ones you refuse to make until it's too late. Way to late. And then you cry. And curse. And get depressed. And drink. And do whatever you can to forget that, in the end, is all your own fault. Home brewed, home made.

Sleep will come, eventually.
Until then, I will be counting sheep.

Shortcircuit your brain

Put your headphones on, turn the volume to MAX, and listen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvIvZToYod8

Your fingers will follow the rhythm.
Your eyes will slowly close as the beat goes into your bloodstream.
And you will find yourself smiling the "I'm the king of the world" grin.
Yeah ... F*ck mirrors. Just shortcircuit your brain: you *are* the king of your world.

Cypher

And then he said:
- Buckle up, Dorothy, 'cause Kansas is going bye-bye.


So I stepped in my shoes, said my Good-byes, and flew away where the wind took me. A flying snail, curled up in my little home, my safety box, unable and unwilling to leave it behind. Must be the magic "home sweet home" painting hanging by the door.