I`m feeling restless, but I don`t know why. Feels like time is standing still. So many people `n` I`m feeling shy. I would with pleasure pass away. No one can complain. I don`t care it is a Saturday. I`ll spend rest of day at home. Wont go home `n` spoil another day, this is my chance to be not me. I gotta feeling that I`m breaking `n` my hands are shaking. My heart is bumping `n` I`m trying to relax, or something. (Feeling low / waisting my time.) I feel like stone, when someone talks to me. Can`t get a word out of my mouth. It is a bad habbit, it will allways be. I would with pleasure pass away. Slipping in corners, like I`d made something which has make me feel so small. I know I haven`t got that dignity. This is my chance to be not me.
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