Aaaaaa, Earth fucking calls Veronika! Please lieve Veronika, would you mind not messing up your life again?? Please stop it now! Please write your fucking crapaper! Lucie is proud of me and she has that smile on her face, I can see it exactly in front of me. What the hell should I do? Mr. Life? No answer? When I need answers there is always none. Rot op. 60 days. Veronika. 60 days. No mess. Close everything. No connection. OK? Zero killed. :) Aaaaaaaa! No. No. No. No. No. Kom op Veronika. You can't do this. Not now please! 60 days. Think! Think! Think! No, not just staring in the air. No! Come on! Seriously. I don't understand myself guys. I can completely understand other people, but myself?? Aaaaaaaaa! Stop thinking about. Start writing. No, not this, your thesis which is almost done. Godverdomme. Interesting weekend. Hm. And hm. Aaaaa. Veronika is amazingly lost, that's the truth. Full stop. And for me it should also be. Full stop. But what if I can't? I just can't? And why? Why is it like that? Seriously maybe I need some sleep. I haven't slept for 24 hours now. Veronika is tired. And alone. With her stupid crapaper. Alone. Missing. You.