Is the gravity, indeed, working against me?
I looked deeper into the naked truth of what is going on in my so-called life and prayed there would be a sign of assurance...I found a contagious sadness that I helplessly embrace with withered confidence: Nothing much.
I stopped giving myself answers I had been looking for from those faces, they are worn out of the circumstances they are living in.

Why everything feels so unreal, and most of all, temporary?
It still does feel so. Evethough sometimes I feel like giving up...I know...I simply can’t because...
I fucking can’t.
No, I dont buy there’s-more-to-life crap, and I am not giving a damn on thing-happens-for-a-reason shit. The only reason for me to keep holding on is because I have PLANS in life I need to achieve and I want to look back in the past with a piece of gratitude, a contentment, no matter how shiteous they were.
And I do care about these people, alot.
Come what may...and let me finsih my yoghurt.
Do not ask me what is going on. Seriously.