Staring at the wall can be very funny.
really. Five minutes ago I quit it because I laughed too much about myself.....funny right?
I definitely need someone to help me out of this fog. Where am I anyway? Can't just someone paint an halo of the sun at a wall? I would do everything else by myself.
It's depressing.My only frieds in here are my memories, wich are coming back to me slowly.
I was a fuckin' bastard.
And I will never get a chance to make it good somehow.
Live with it, Walter!