Lost in myself. Or something.

Mein frau left me again. It's been an awesome weekend. I missed her so fucking much. I wish we could hang all the time and that we could find a club where you can dance. Proper dance, not a fucking rock club where everyone just stnad on the dancefloor.

I have no idea when I will be able to see her again, somehow I booked all the weekends already. I don't like to have a plan for my life, but hey, what can I do? 

It's weird to have a life that is normal. I don't know if I like it or not. I mean, I can't walk out of it anymore. I have my job, my friends and everything. Shiiiiit, I'm not that young anymore. Maybe that's why....

 

This is me in a couple of months. I hope. Kind of.