30°C and it's raining. 47 hours awake and still no end. Beer and Pizza everywhere, Fiona and me doing the washing up, drunk and with nearly nothing on. Domi and Madze standing beside, waggling with the austrian flags, also drunk. cursing, washing, laughing and nearly naked; this is what life is mostly about. And of course sex, but not after 47h being awake. It's the only sport everyone enjoys. leaving the house, dirty, tired, love bites all over my body, gotta travel through the whole city to get to Tamara and smoke some shisha. 26°C, it's hailing as hell and I'm waiting for the bus. 52 hours awake and still no end. can't these fucking mummies just NOT stare at me? do I look that bad? "you look gorgeous for not having slept 53hours and showered yet!" Got some wieners and a cherry-shisha had to leave soon for meeting Barbara. 32°C and the sun shines. 57 hours awake and still no end. This is when I start getting a little bit in a bad mood. Barbara just came back from a whole year in SF and I told her everything that happened in this year and started crying and couldn't stop for like 2 hours. Maybe I did because of what happened, maybe because I was tired, maybe because I still regret everything I did this year, maybe because I lost some persons I really care about, maybe because I denied these tears for too long, or maybe everything at once. 28°C and it's raining again. 60 hours awake and I fall into my bed and sleep for 30 hours.
[ it seems like everything I say doesn't come out right. ]
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you. Sometimes I wish I could save you. I won't give up 'til it's over. And I'll be there when you fall. 'Cause a boy like you's impossible to find, you're impossible to find.