I was running along a road, snow had just filled the area a bit,there was a pretty white cover on the ground.
There was someone running ahead of me, who I was probably trying to catch up.
I shouted something at them, my voice was conflicted, mixed with grudge and hope.
Then I opened my eyes
My room was light by the weak sunlight of a winter day.
There was no snow outside, the light wasn't white enough for that.
I felt really tired and sick so I closed my eyes again.
was sitting on some roof with a few other people with me,
people I didn't like, but yet I was still there.
I had this weird tool with me, which I could use to carve names into stars.
When I looked up I noticed that our world was underwater, the sky was covered with broken ice.
People thought the pieces of ice were stars. I remained quiet.
I want to see the real stars. I want to get on the ice core.
This world is not alright.
And then I opened my eyes again.
My room was dark, the sun had set, so I decided that I had to get up.
My head was dizzy, but I knew that sleeping more would make me even more sick.
I knew I couldn't keep resting since I need to get work done today.
I felt so unmotivated because I felt so weak and sleepy.
Why have I been so sleepy all weekend?
All the time I want to curl up and sleep all the time.
All the time I want to hide and not open my mouth or face people.
All the time I wish I could just rest, but I've rest too much.
I don't want to do anything.... just black out and float.
If you keep believing in something, it becomes true.
And then suddenly I was no longer sick and unmotivated.
And suddenly I felt like I could do anything.
Then I sat down and started working.
Listening to: Happy Violance - Dada Life
Playing: Played Skyrim at the weekend =3
Drinking: Pepsi Max... =x