All my flat mates are sleeping, I'm sitting alone in a huge, cold living room, with my little beloved brother - laptop.
It is too late for tea, actually, too late for everything - except sleeping.
So what I can do, I keep thinking and let all these sad thoughts, doubts and questions make circles in my tired head.
I just wonder why I'm here, in the middle of nowhere.
Why I earn money and fight with this fucked up company.
I'm only 20, I don't have to be independent.
I don't have to have so many unnecesarry problems.
But I do. But I have.
Good question to wonder for the next few months.
I shouldn't watch romantic movies.
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