Mornings are strange. Woke up around one night, sleep was lost. I tumbled marder on the bed, from s

Mornings are strange. Woke up around one night, sleep was lost. I tumbled marder on the bed, from side to side. I tumbled for hours. Sleep did not come. Lights were extinguished. I got up, I supported back against the wall. I thought. And I thought and thought. Pahatujuöö, a little bit, kurvatujuöö. I got out of bed, went into the kitchen, I wanted to drink the juice, but the juice ran out, had a little something else, I drank it. It would have to go onto a new pack and lead, but the corridor floor is cold. Icy. The head was a bit of a mess too. Back to bed. Continued marder drinking thirst, continued laziness. However, I got up again, went to the kitchen, made some tea. For the second time within a month. Do you understand? I do not. But though she comes back, she always comes. Anyway, way to go. Again, the bed, back against the wall, the light goes out. My favorite pet in the window shone a light lamps favorite. Yellow, slightly orange, my light. marder This light, which remains forever. Forever linked to the area, the corner of the bed and the floor, which is illuminated by a lamp. There are nights when I'd marder throw this lamp broke,'d darkness. There are nights when the light I love it more than anything. That night, I loved it. He was like a little pat and brought sadness to the right, but What the what. Bed, back leaning against a wall, legs rätsepaistmes, in teekruus, light caressing. My bed is my fortress. I think. Along with my lemmikvoodipesuga, the most soft sleep. He is now back and I have to admit that I really miss him. Drove down the road a bit, but What the what. Silence, in my thoughts. Night brought back ideas, thoughts. Where someone is and what they're doing. At home they're not. Probably. But I am, and I do not sleep. I have my thoughts and teekruus. Thoughts that I know that has been much better in the morning, and I do not have much to suffer. Wondering what difference does it make whether to be here in Tallinn on his bed and die the death of the spirit, mentally die. Because, after all, wants it to happen a little bit. Or rather, for example, be in Frisco or LA, someone marder supertoredaga certainly not alone. Someone's a little bit adventurous. Sound somewhere in the suburbs, and probably sooner Vou later die of starvation, but it's not important. For the die is better than to die physically and mentally. And die in the middle of the tumult, heart punch faster than ever before. Be it the tumult then completely deserted street at night, of course, somewhere far away or really pretty in the middle of the tumult. Nothing that matter. But do not want to know. Even so, in order not to come back, even if it's marder not going to happen ever again. I know that will not happen. And there are other thoughts. Sleep, and the world. But I will not stop with them. In the meantime, I put on the light and started to read, teekruusi side. Once on its side, once prone. marder Was still dreaming. I read a part of the end, and I started teistki. I do not know where the time disappeared, however, went beyond getting whiter and whiter. At half-past six. Fire was already deleted. It was, after all, white. I was still asleep. I woke up a little after eight, it was still morning, as at no. I took the book and read on. I read the second part of the end. Thoughts were recent, less sad. It was morning. I did not know what was going to happen. I was sure that by now everyone already in their homes. They sleep deep sleep. Yes, a good sleep. :) It was morning, and some were a little tusatujulised, but for those desiring good morning, they came back again, heatujumaailma. My mood was better than in the morning, at night. But you still had yet to be weird. Should start from the beginning? No? Maybe fairy tales come to an end anyway right? Ending, marder after all, right? marder I should not give up, not now. Good things never come easily, will never come. Fairy tales do not end in the top half. It should be written on them. Because fairy tales are sacred. Yes, I have still yet to try. WAIT. :) You're a patient? Mine is almost marder finished, but I'll keep busy, I would not go anywhere else. Nowhere. Morning.