"boring" - the only word оn my mind since the beginning of a week.
"boring" - every single word that I write down on e-paper.
"boring" - is the only shape that my thoughts turn into with transformation in letters.

so I unsparingly delete them, fuck yeah, without hesitation...

and I was thinking about retiring from "ficwriting"... but they are knocking my door once again...

@музыка: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – O, Children

@настроение: fucking tired from being sick

@темы: Emotions, WTF!