So it seems, every now and then I will be reminded of this space.

Today I woke up, I went back to sleep just because it is weekend. Of course, soon I reached to a point where i'm simply too awake to sleep again. So I lied there and i thought of things in the past, that I probably shouldn't. Maybe it was an hour, or maybe two. I dragged myself out of bed - and if i have to be brutally honest, it was only because my phone battery died.

I sat infront of this space, typed the first sentence of the post and I realised I've got nothing to say. I felt like I've just woken up and reality has not yet sink in, but yet that was also not true. I guess I was just feeling pretty calm, and it was not a feeling I hate.

Then the day gone by a little, and reality felt a little more real. I have work to do. I have feelings I don't comprehend. Then anger grew. I felt short with people, impatient with life and I feel grumpy, I feel crazy.

Right now I'm hungry (it's one hour past lunch) and I'm too lazy and unwilling to get food. I have things I've waited for the weekend to do, but time is going past too fast, and i simply can't get myself out of the house.