It might have been a little too trash for badukandco, and a story about nonsense

The truth is, I'm not very comfortable about writing shit on badukandco, while it doesn't matter to me if what I write here is considered as scum. Anyway, what is this in the first place? My big trashcan.

I'm not comfortable with the idea of going to school on saturday afternoons.

I'm not comfortable with many things as for now in fact.

This weird impression that everything is gonna get worse, no watter what. The better the day, the worse the night. The worse the day, the worser the night. And what am I to do in the middle?

Something isn't right, like...I don't know. That might pretty well be the problem. 

I remember the time I spent my days thinking about nothing, and I was happy about it. Now, I have no reason not to be. But you know what? Fuck off.