"...and i am so sad, like a good book, like a good book..."

a sorta fairytale. but fairy tales do not exist. life is much more complicated than, say, a good character, a bad character, a plot, and a happy ending. today i found myself the leading lady of a more than complex real-life tale (with no fairies to solve the upcoming issues, the frustration, the fear...). i haven't been able to wake up and get to work for two days, and my radio project really sucked. no second chance, at least for me. what next? due papers, due exams, due explanations. why is it that i simply can't have what i want?

i had a conversation with a dear friend; he said something that really got me. he implied that i don't care (about him... about anything). i do care. hey! i'm only human... faulty, flawed, unwell... but as human as any of you "perfect" beings ready to point your fingers at me. but yes, i have feelings, and tons of them.

cut me some slack people, so-called friends, foes and life... i'm really tired!