Fatebook

First there was this unshakeable feeling of being worn out. Tiredness. No matter how much rest you get, you still feel beaten. Now there’s the hunger. And no matter just how many girls I have, I still feel that nagging sensation in the pit of my stomach, quite unable to sate the hunger.

So this is it. I said what I had to say. And, as always, neither of them is listening. They say I’m missjudging the situation. AGain. That I mean well, but that what I suggest isn’t the right way.

I have never been so worried and scared any time before in my life. There is nothing worse than seeing someone enter a rather foolish fight, just for the sake of saving face and honor. And for what. Pride! It all boils down to pride.

A short night. Yet by no means any less odd than the past two weeks.

No matter what I do, I can’t get my brain and my heart to be on the same level right now. More and more often I find myself in some sort of dead-lock. And more easily distracted. Plus, acting all the time is very, very hard…

Tief in Gedanken saß Nathaniel auf seiner Couch in dem kürzlich wiederhergestellten Wohnzimmer und starrte auf die Kristallfigur in seiner Hand. An einer Spitze hätte man sich gut stechen können. Er berührte die Stelle vorsichtig mit dem Daumen und lächelte.

Friday night and I have my tongue. The first hour was spent trying to sate a hunger that will always be there, one I have rarely felt this strongly. And though the first sips were rejuvenating I am now left a changed man. Jason should be here any minute. I look forward to seeing him, […]