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Today I'm wallowed in my own grief. I'm wallowed in shite. But, thankfully this is not stopping me and I know it won't. Today I realised that I reach a very high peak of this. And how wonderful it is. But however I'm still being me, and good or not, I'm still thinking too much. I insist...

I'm doing my best in storing everything in big boxes to use less of them and give a better use to the space. I'm not jumping from the 16º storey and clearly, I'm not running away from (nor to) anywhere else. I couldn't... I'm too numb rite now.

And even if I think it twice... I'm not that wallowed. But hey, I sing smiling... so it must be what Ich glaub. There's always a piano playing.-

Bleh, there's just one think I want, but it doesn't matter today, indeed...
Indeed...