my, hm, sort of blog. My ramblings.
This was the last post, from April 2014. Still feels fresh though …
Of wine. Am down to the last glass of cheap rose. It’s good though.
Of energy. To do something.
Can I crawl back to be miserable and cry how the world is unfair to me?
Can it please be someone’s else’s fault?
I don’t want to be responsible for my life anymore.
It appears I’m not capable of doing it.
Or taking care of myself.
Because I know I’m falling down and all I do is just pour myself another glass of wine.
I shouldn’t be in charge of my life.
All the decisions I have made.
I shouldn’t have been in charge of my life.
I’ll wake up early and have a good breakfast and start to clean up my apartment.
I’ll manage to do something with my life.
I won’t go to the store for another bottle of wine.
I’ll finally manage to do everything right for me, in my mind hopefully.