new year. old mess.

defining the next low is getting my new "what-i-managed-today"

seems like everything defys control. maybe because there IS no control.
control is an illusion.
but it pretends secureness.
who don´t want to feel secured...

so, hello, sweet starvation.
too long that i tried to ignore you.
now you´re welcome.

maybe this will work, at least one thing...
the scale will show

yes, it makes damn sad sense to be addicted