06.09.2006 :: 21:22

When all has been said (...). Want to forget. Just not to remember. Want to sleep and to dream it`ll be better someday. Return to old habits. I eat only for not to faint. I drink rarely. Mad for my look. Mad for food. Mad for my toughts. I`m mad to marrow of bone. Soul-destroying. In week two kilos less of me. So as to tomorrow. Mental letharg. I`ll relate how I cope with. I`ll come back someday but now I haven`t where.