Personally, I don't know what I am doing here. I should sit by the desk and write all stuff that I have left to do, all the homework, maybe learn something before my final exams come... But no, I still refuse to be supercreative and I sit here, like an idiot, browsing, fishing for compliments and smiling at pictures of dogs and cats on 9gag.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Even my mom does something, though she works all day, she still manages to make me a skirt or a dress or whatever the hell I want.
And I am writing a stupid journal entry. I think that, if ever someone reads this, he will be in a completely same situation. Am I right, anyone? (go to work, you dummy)
Internet, you, life-screwing thing. I hate you, I love you, its like a teenage love or what. I do not know, I never had one haha
I read this small production of mine and I slowly realize that it's all a little sad. And bitter-sweet funny at the same time. I should start a self-centred blog of mine.