Don't know what's going on. I Dream and think about love too much. Not just love, but moments of affection. Beautiful bodies. Pretty girls. Looks. And so on. Can't study properly. Everytime I try to my thoughs just escape from me. And then I go to the Internet. And so on. I've got a fucking big exam on monday. Can't work on it. Can't concentrate. Need to listen to those musics, to watch those videos, to phone them, to see them. And so on. Need to meander. In the streets and in my thoughs. Dreaming about my future flat. Looked at the real estate stuffs and at the fucking prices. € 790 000 a studio. Those beautiful houses with 10 rooms. € 4 000 000. My god where am I gonna live? I wanna be in the heart of the town. Not in a suburb stuff. I plan to travel, next year. Volontary work in Costa Rica. 's gonna be quite a good break. I know I need it. Helping and sharing with others and learning from them aswell. Just so great. Looking forward to going there. One year. Should be fine. And then, working here and there and win enough money to go to Japan, Australia, the United States, and maybe to the middle east if it's more quiet. And then, back to studies. Fazing.

 *Protect me From what I want...*

And to conlude, those lyrics of New Order's Turn My Way:

"I don't wanna be like other people are, don't wanna own a key, don't wanna wash my car. Don't wanna have to wait like other people do. I want it to be free, I want it to be true."

So true...