well, again long ago that I wrote ... but what the heck ... now I'll probably just babble a bit of babble and sake, and please forgive me if punctuation, spelling and the like more care, are sometimes present and sometimes absent .... like me ...
I like reggae music even if I just do not hear ... I'm sick and so ... ok this is not a direct or even causal relationship but no matter .... my head throbbed so loudly enough for me :-) I'm cold ...
I am almost always cold, if I do not cold, I am warm, too warm .... But then I quickly cold again .... it is very cold from the inside, but oh well ...
I really do not know what I should write ... I write again .... I probably could as well be silent, but well .... I shut up my wall and write, must read it so no one and therefore almost all would be served as it is each to either read or not read ... except my wall that can not read and will be silent to it ... However, to date she has complained yet and until then it will continue so handled as me in the mood .... that poor wall .... if they sometimes feel lonely? I suppose ... Although it has many other walls, but no resembles her .... my wall is also inclined certainly sadistic, not that they cause themselves for active schmerzzufügung would be, but oh well ... means to an end or a silent observer .... in the eyes of my imaginary wall popular instruments of torture are likely to be diverse subjects ... math and inf, German and English and chemistry probably mainly .... oh yes ... I can already hear the cries of joy in my wall, when the next exam is due .... she loves in cold blood and in such painful silence silent witness this lernerei that it seems as if the air freezes and small icicle fly around popping out of a large shredding of tension would have to ... well ... my wall has seen much, heard much, and probably also laughed a lot ... it has only a spark compassion she has been crying a lot, but I doubt it, because I have never heard her crying and when I laugh, it may well be that they mitlacht, or take sadistic sorry to my happy ... well ... we can rest my wall, I let the first or not, of course, because they would do that, they would have their genuine pleasure at the crumbling house and crushed the piece of meat, which includes me once .... and this joy I would not treat her, even if it would be their last pleasure .... well, you want to scold me selfish, and has certainly right, but no, I refuse to ... well ... but in the end plays no role, since I do not even know if my wall currently is consciousness, or whether she is asleep as usual and nothing mitkriegt of what is happening around them .... it certainly is tired ... and must rest, in the next few weeks it will have much to laugh .... they would be compassionate and capable of empathy then she would cry ... but that's not likely ... well ... blah enough about my wall .... it is not like the spotlight and is ashamed she mischievously when she noticed to long and hard ...
now ... one must herein do not see sense ... not even guess he must be ... my tired head becomes slower and the data transfer works only sometimes incorrectly ... well ... How to do it and tomorrow is school again ... like today and on other days before ....
sinnfrei it seems ...
