Cloud Catalog #146.

I had quite an unpleasant morning so I decided to listen to my The National playlist on my way to work. Next thing I know I'm already at the office, crying as I browse through some pictures of them on Tumblr. Memories, memories.

Cloud Catalog #145.

It's funny that when I die, someone would probably look for my name online and this blog would turn up, and he or she would read my entries and realize what a sad life I have led, how "easy" I have resigned myself to the world, as if nothing in life were beautiful, as if I have exhausted all means to make myself happy.

There are days when I feel like falling without really hitting the ground, like all my life I've been on a freefall, and I'm just waiting for the moment when I'd crash into the pavement and see myself in bloody pieces.

I've been tired. Very tired.