fed up.

it's enough. i thought it over and i realized that it didn't worth thinking. all the energy embeded in that was just simple wastage. it's over. now, i can enjoy music again. i'm not using it as the background of my thoughts. i heard drums. riffs. different tones. i was elated during coming home. i was just looking out from the window and smiled on those marked fences at the stations. those white, concrete fences which recalls my memories from the past, from summers spent at my grandparents next to the tisza. nice pics.

néha angolul is van kedvem írni. hazajöttem. asszem az előzőekben ezen felül minden lényegeset belefoglaltam.