Cuppa.

I don't seem to be the kind of person who can go on without crying at least once per fortnight.

Then again, it is solved.

I've made a list. It's short at the moment, but it'll get better.

Ning kõndides pimedal,

kuid soojal oktoobrikuu õhtul valgustatud tänaval,
"I don't care, I love it" kõrvus kumisemas,

kogen jälle mittekuuluvustunnet

Thought I'd add it here, to sum up what bothered me up until three weeks ago.

It's hard to keep talking to people, when occasionally, you seem to tire of them, not because you feel that they've done something wring, but simply because the amount of conversation has overflown.

I wish I could put my thoughts down in the form I think 'em. I still haven't thought up how that is supposed to work, but I suppose it might be possible one day.

I think I set myself a goal to write as much as possible this month, but I already can feel that most likely, I won't be writing anymore than necessary - which is sad because it means that I'll never become a writer.

Then again, people have published a book with much weirder and more senseless texts, so who says I won't be able to get anything published, hm?