rubbish that all there is what can i say there seems nothing else to do... was talking the other day about writing something... so loud... why is he talking so loudly... its fucking annoying that people talk about their personal stuff so loudly... it just drive me to the edge... actually its not that serious... its just annoying...
so where was i .... yeah about writing something... i m not a story teller after all... creating a story for example.... a village... whats that... i have no stories about villages
He was walking the other day.... was walking because he had to get to the McDonald's near by..... is he thinking of doing something .... wonder what he will eat there ... he has never eaten here before....
you think that story is going any where.... right now i am surrounded by some idiots who think that they are the true judge of what ever there is..... typical.... i am generalizing now..... i suppose this disease is catching... like what some assholes would say....
like i was saying earlier.... the story that thing that i wrote what is that supposed to be.... 'anything is possible' i can go anywhere with that line...
he could do anything.... he could be thinking of running away, robbery, murder or just eat and walk away...
there are many many other things that he can be thinking of doing....
he might not be thinking of doing anything...
But he is going to do something.... he will be killing himself after the breakfast
that much i am sure of...
Surprising.... i am surprised too........
Wonder why he would want to do that... what could possibly have lead to this beginning i wonder.
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