As grey as this day and as empty as a gin bottle after a party night.
Truth be told, quite probably I should consider jump off this hellknowswherebound train and start a new trip walking on my own feet.

Fed up

I've never been to London. It's one of those places which I want to (must, actually) visit before I pass away. I'm sure that it has to be a nice, peaceful city with lots of things to do and fun to have in it.


And I'd like it so much to say to all those stupid mindless rioters and looters that are literally destroying it:

FUCKING STOP AND GO TO HELL, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!

Northbound

Just got up.
A day with nieces, nephews, in-laws and family stuff in general to come.
A day to spend in the countryside, listening to the birds, to the cows... Oh, so pretty.
So relaxing.
So rainy today that just thinking of have to be all day long indoors makes me feel sick.
Summer.
Northbound road.

There are days when I feel really tired. Fed up. Screwed up, actually. Days that come after those nights. Those nights staring at the ceiling in the dark. Nights with the same ghosts dancing in my head, the same fears and the same doubts.

And, among them all, the worst of all. The doubt of not knowing exactly what to do. Not knowing which step is the right one.

Not knowing and not understanding what's going on whatsoever.

Day after day.