So then, another year with nothing to do. Grey skies. Glass of wine. Trying to wake up. Just another morning. And last year ended almost as the year before. So what's new? Fuck, nothing happens. Hope to meet that gallery owner tonight. A lot of things to do. Fatigue. Think it's raining outside, but I'm not quite sure, I'm not sure of anything right now. Would like to be deeply in love with someone, but I don't know who that should be. Can't force myself to be in love. Have to get out of this apartment before it's dark out there, for sure...