Meldung von verlorenem Posten.

Altes Lied, ich weiß.
Aber Gin und Zigaretten vertragen sich damit gerade am besten.

Für morgen erstmal einen Wellness- Tag verordnet, vielleicht laufe ich einfach nur geradeaus bis ich ankomme. Irgendwo.

Ich weiß doch auch nicht. Wenn man sich selbst nicht mehr leiden kann, läuft was schief.

"All I want is your understanding
As in the small act of affection
"Why is this my life?"
Is almost everybody's question

And I've tried
Everything but suicide
But it's crossed my mind.

I prefer peace
Wouldn't have to have one word of possession
But essentially I'm an animal
So just what do I do with all the aggression?

Well I've tried
Everything but suicide
But it's crossed my mind.

Life is a one-way street, and if you could paint it
I'd draw myself going in the right direction
So I go all the way - like I really really know -
But the truth is I'm only guessin'.

And I've tried
Everything but suicide
Oooh but it's crossed my mind
Just a thought.

It's even dark in the daytime
It's not just good - it's Great Depression
When I was lost I even found myself
Looking in the gun's direction.

And so I've tried
Everything but suicide
But yes - it's crossed my mind
But I'm fine."

[Gnarls Barkley - Just a Thought]