I'm stuck in bed since Sunday, I just went out in order to visit the doctor. I can't stand it any more, I'm starting to miss school -no way!-, I mean, I wanna get out of here and be able to survive without having kleenex around me.
I've had a terrible headache that made me unable to watch movies, read, STUDY, etc. But now I feel much better so, what's better than waking up with no-alarm clock, having your breakfast in bed and watching your favourite film ever? In my case, it's Breakfast at Tiffany's. I've seen it so many times that I know all the dialogues, but I never get tired of it. That's what usually happens with the classics.
There's something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty puss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.