Such a weird sensation… That I don’t want to talk about it…
I’m like a mute painting.
What the fuck is this? Who am I?
It’s like… It’s such a bland feeling…
What the fuck is this??? What am I doing?... Question marks… My friends.
I feel like throwing things.
A friend of mine said: “I’m gonna make Oriental Salad.” And I was looking at him with a yummy-yummy-yummy face. But he told me “Imi pare rau, tu ai prieten, n-ai ce cauta la mine.”…
Oh, God, I want to punch something!...
I need my… my love… my boyfriend?...
Nobody knows that I’m alone. And I won’t tell them. I don’t want to talk about it.
I don’t know what to do…
And finally home…

Memories from a second night.