I feel like I crave for a certain mood. Sick, exhausted body, tiredness, but at the same time alertness of the mind. Being up early in the morning, keeping myself occupied with some fascinating book, or writing something, or whatever.
Yet I sit here being just.. tired. Body and mind.
My life is one big wait. Fragmented, but each fragment has the name 'waiting' on it too.
Right now I'm waiting to get home again, because I can't do anything useful here. I made plans for moving here with two of my friends, but they are cancelled now. The plans, not the friends.
So now I'm waiting to get home again (which is still my parents house) to look fo