Nothing really.

Tonight I have all these random thoughts in my head, not a real subject, not just one I mean.

My birthday. Soon to come. Not sure why but I don’t really like that. It’s like Christmas. I don’t like Christmas either. Don’t ask why, I don’t know. It must have something to do with having to be kissed by people I dislike and having to be nice and wearing a smile all the time: “Thanks (smile), Thanks (smile), Thanks (smile), Thanks (smile)”.

Manele, I hear them tonight. A party in my block, as usual. Don’t like that either. They are shouting too.

Sleep. I like that but not doing it all the time. Lately, however, I feel so so tired and in need of sleep all the time. I am tired now too but can’t sleep.

I am calm. This week I’ve been extremely calm. Weird. How come? What has triggered this? Can’t tell yet.

I like the smell of my hoodie. It has a different smell from all my other clothes. Smells nice.

I smoked too much today and I feel that I can’t breathe properly.

I wish my neighbours would change the bloody music! I’d take anything, even some crappy disco music. Please?

I wonder if anyone reads my blog. Probably no. Is it even interesting for others? Hmm.. might be. A friend recently made his own blog. I wonder if anyone reads his.

Always question anything. Is it really good to do so? Wouldn’t it be better to be satisfied with what you have and know? No, I couldn’t live like that.

I wish I’d receive a lot of flowers from someone without it being my birthday or a special occasion. How about now?

I feel the need to leave the country. Maybe forever and ever and ever?

I feel alone tonigh.

And they still haven’t changes the music. Please stop singing at least.

I just realized that I talk too much about myself. “I…”, “I…”, “I…”. Can’t be good.