Thursday, February 14

One Hundred Years Of Solitude

I dont really know what to write right now. Because my mind is empty, empty like hell.. I cannot think of anything but let me explain.
Current mood: annoyed/ pissed off
Head: Cant stand even to a single sound
Mind: Distracted
Desire: kiling someone quickly
Body: backpain, headache, stomach ache

Look, i cannot write stories now it is because I feel like something happened to my ears and I hear every single sound three times louder tsss.. Omg, I wanna die so much