Sometimes I’m just so god damn tired.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or… when I should stop.
I just close my eyes, take a deep breath and then… I just keep going.
I really don’t understand why I’m doing it.
All I know is… that I cannot stop.
The dream was so beautiful.
I remember all the vibrant colours.
They were flowing into each other, intermingling.
It’s hard to see any shapes or forms.
What was I dreaming about?
I knew it was forbidden.
I knew it was nothing but trouble.
I knew that only despair was waiting for me.
I knew it all.
But nevertheless, I had to do it.
Busy, busy, busy, busy.
Always so busy.
No time to rest.
But if I don’t have any time…
Am I even living?
I have to admit, at some points, he is killing me.
Mostly my nerves.
A lot of the time, I’m wondering why I’m putting up with his shit.
But when I imagine a single day without him, it makes me irritated, almost sick.
And then I remember, that I love him.
You know, at some point you will have to explain this fuckery to me?
— Have you never heard about the phrase ‘no time to explain’?
Maybe you can’t explain right now but you will have time to explain once we’re done with these… Unicorns
— Nu-uh, not if the world goes down, I don’t ~
Excuse me, what did you just say?!