Nothing works. My body is falling apart, when I need it to be together. I have to make some changes. It's all just a pack of lies that I was fed. I just quit, because I can't cope with it. I want to get in and just write. I don't even want to eat. I just want to sleep it all away. All I look forward to in life is life being over. Right now, that seems as hard as finding a four leaf clover.
Do you believe what's in front of you? The clock is ticking. I'm slowly progressing with work, but as usual, I don't really want to. Like I've said before, I just want to go home and sleep everything away. At least I only have an hour to go before this week is over. And believe me, I know it's a wasted week.
There are assets everywhere. If only.
Joaquin out.
