miss stina

Sometimes your head is so clouded, not with thoughts, but rather with nothing at all, with non-descript, little bits and peice that cannot be distinguished from each other. With fuzzy little black clouds obstructing the path to a carefree existence. And you don't know why...has it always been like this? Or do you impose it upon yourself because you don't know better, because you don't know any different, because you're accustomed to living your life in this way and you just keep on doing so, unhappy with yourself but unwilling to try a different approach?

My manager at work says, you create your own reality.

I wish saturday nights didn't exist...