So. I woke up early today. But I just didn't feel like there was a point in getting out of bed. So I didn't. Woke up around 10, left bed at around 1. Knew I wouldn't get anything done if I stayed here. So I took a shower and shaved. The shaving fucked up a bit because I didn't focus properly and because I think that my body reacts to my moods by being sensitive to the shaving. So I bled a little and got some razor burns. Anyhow, I went out and went to a café and tried to read. Didn't work out at all. Sat there for maybe three hours and all I did was looking at people and getting this nervous, almost panicky feeling in my guts. I just wanted to leave. So I left. And when I left I realized that it wasn't the people at the café or the café in itself that made me feel this way. I felt it everywhere. So I went back to the apartment and now I am in my bed and just... I'm waiting. For something. I don't know what. Redemption? Damnation?

I hate the stupid elitism in the world. Everybody is the fucking same all over the place. It's hopeless.

Well, at least it was teh funny to get into an internet fight at helgon.net's synth-forum. Jeeez, people are retards. But funny when you have the intellectual and verbal ability to put them over your lap and spank them.

And seriously... What kind of person googles "evil ways to win"?