Being

I realise that everything will probably be okay in the end, although I’m never completely sure of that. That ‘probably’ kills it. If you say that everything’ll be okay, then as a rule, it most definitely won’t be. But in the end, everything really will be okay!.. *Shudders*


It’s Sunday. There’s an essay to write, but it’s not due till December. I read books that I loaned from the library; books on graphic design, quite dry, although Shaughnessy cracks me up once in a while. Last night was tiring, I worked an eight-hour shift in the student club. It was Halloween night. I don’t like Halloween. Oh well, at least I get paid for it.

Feeling laidback after that late-night shift. Enjoying a cozy, somewhat lonely morning. Regarding lonely, it’s becoming more unnerving through the years. I need to do something about that.

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Death in the Bunker

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