#364 - I waste. I use. I enjoy. I hate. My time.

I'd really like to hang my attitude to a hangman's noose. That's my highest feeling at the moment. Time to turn to another page. So why not to not do it tomorrow, when I have been doing a whole year this **cking "Blipfoto thing"?

And like in the picture, can everything just be numbers? But why is it so hard to understand, then?