I couldn't care less.
And I'm listening-listening-listening to indie, old indie and smth, that's not indie at all. And how do i know I'm alive? How do I know I'm even here. I'm not sure. My numbers are down all across the board. What if Jesus had no chance from the evry start? There's something really cute going around. I'm not ready to be a father of any sort. I mean, never ask, just never ask. i'm not, I can, but I don't feel like that.
I just listen to music. And try to remember and forget.
I sleep. Sometimes and those photos, they are nice, really. Being shy doesn't buy. I lost something on my way. So far from what I used to be. Could probably mate with anyone. So free in mind and so bound around here, you'd never believe. You never would. I own things that own me in return, that's well known. I never new the same rule works for people.
Probably it's because people are the same things.
So tired of cold, of quoting other people, of putting all that show on. As long as the music goes, I keep on walking further an further and further away from what I imagiuned myself to be. Stop nagging, that's so fucking inappropriate.
They call. I tell them it's a wrong number or just hang up. Or pretend it's not me.
I hate pretending. All that "HIM" thing.
I love to pretend.
I like "The Charlatans"


@музыка: The Charlatans - Muddy Ground