Things become less and less important. It also hurts a little bit less. But I’m not really sure, this is something good.
Sometimes, pain really makes you feel alive. Makes you feel whatever you are doing, is worth your time, your passion.
Not every angel is worth the hassle. And not every devil looks like a devil.
Acceptance feels good.
It’s not like I don’t have any friends. But I don’t have the friends I feel I need, that would do me good, that I long for. The kind of relationships that are truly meaningful and fertile.
I need space to think. Otherwise I can’t think out of the box, trapped in the very same one.
I like to play billiard again some time soon.
I don’t want to be her friend. I don’t want to be anyone’s friend anymore. Been that all my life, done it all my life. I want more. And I don’t want to be just Ben anymore. Fuck being Ben!
I need to buy an electric toothbrush. Boy, what a lame insight. I bore myself to death in this little life of mine…
I need to do some paperwork this weekend. Endless joy. Not.