Today was nothing but a bunch of stress. Its this kind of stress that makes you have to watch yourself all the time to stay calm and not do something strange and unpredictable. Its days like this im happy I stopped drinking two years ago. I don’t understand why the welfare institute is so slow.
I don’t understand why its so difficult to just give me the following up 2 school books when I ask for them at school, just a bit earlier then the rest of our class. And i don’t understand how am I supposed to travel the world without money, with being stuck at one place, and with having to do educations and all kind of things while not being able to function in a work/live society.
Like always I just want to give up everything and run. Run far away, go by cycle and hop freight trains till the end of the world. A world that is nothing more then a grey blurry image from the past
shifting back and forth through memories and future holding dreams. A world of still smoking factory pipes on the horizons, miles of wasteland, and insane large cities with millions of people.
Im sick of buying hope, Last time i would buy a lottery ticket I said to myself a month ago.
Won ten euro back from the 15 Ii have spent. I aint down for that anymore, those 5 euro could be the beginning of a trainticket to Berlin, Warshawa, Charleroi or Stockholm.
Less and less the mood for sharing my photography on line on flickr and messing around with all those things like tumblr myspace and facebooks.
This will be my domain, the place where my stories, my photos, my dreams, will find their final resting place.
A place without readers, A digital memory box.
Who are you, why are you here anyway?
Go comment on photos of animals, sunsets, cups of tea, and hdr urbex photos.
You wont find it here.
Here you will find only an empty camera and a handful of dreams.
Look in your own mirror, go play hide and seek.
