man from mars, this time you went too far
sitting on the balcony because the café was too crowded. it’s warm, but sultry and rain clouds are rushing through the sky. the light is dirty and yellow and i’m depressed for no reason. well, realized that the conclusion so far is crap, as is the rest of my sorry written exhibition of incompetence. i’m moody and tired – the whole day passed by as if in a dream, my head packed in cotton.
it’s impossible for me to say whether this is serious or not. i mean with you now. i can’t rule out that this is only a sick game on my part, driven by a competitive spirit to see if i can make you want me. just a massive ego-trip. and as soon as you’ve said the three words, that’s like the sign that i’ve won, and i’ll drop you like a hot plate. i don’t know, i just don’t know. the unlikeliness of the entire situation is just about too much for me.
