one small baby step.

another step to a football match.

anything.

I'll give you candies, give you diamonds, give you pills, give you hundred dollar bills.

give you anything , anything.

Come, as you are, as a friend, as i want you to be.

cigs in a basket.



Been to the docs today. and he says i still cant walk.
Phyiso is scheduled for 8th next month where i will 'learn' how to walk.
I guess i dont have to explain how fustratingly slow the whole recovery process is.


I'm not wholly comfortable with being stuck at home all the time.
it has made me highly irritable and extremely grumpy. with myself.

Days are spent or rather mispent by stacks of books, loads of dvds and manical video gaming in between. Rest of the time available would be contributing to the junk that is the internet.

fuck. this is so not cool.

urgh. im off.

I waste too much money. I buy useless stuff.

















Im bored. I've runned out of ciggarettes.
How much worst can it get?