Finally weekend , yess. I’m exhausted. I have some school work I should get done, but that can wait till monday morning. Sunday is my friggin birthday. I’m not really exited, it’s a Sunday. Fuck. Why a Sunday? You can’t do anything on a sunday in winter, but sit at home watch television.
But I can’t wait for next weekend because then me and Ingrid are having our birthday party together so that will be fun. Or I’m not really super exited for that either, I’m so damn lazy. As atumn steel all the bright colours from the nature and replace them with darker, boring colours it’s doing the same to me. Now I’m just lazy, tired and complaining all the time. Help?
it’s not a cry that you hear at night
it’s not somebody who’s seen the light
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
hallelujah is such a beautiful song.