#eenzaamheid I'm not lonely, but I'm alone.
That something else like loneliness
I feel after two weeks I'm gonna feel it now.
Empty little confused what is happening around you and there is no longer a part of society.
Why should I get dressed if I don't leave the door anyway. (not quite where occasionally a short walk) But my resilience is decreasing. I'm always pretty well-groomed and a little vain, but suddenly I don't care anymore. I stand in front of the mirror and think? Am I?
Oh, no, right? Yes, I am. I see pale and my eyes no longer shine
My hair is in all directions and looks like some kind of tangled bush of endive is stuck on my head. Yes, I am.
Also with reading glasses on, otherwise I wouldn't have been so shocked. I've decided not to see this again. And clean up the mirror. We're not good friends anymore, that mirror and me.
Now walk in my pajamas why should I not keep it comfortable because I have to go back to bed later. And I often lie in that, so it's good.
Showering? To be honest, six days haven't been in the shower.
No sentence takes me too much energy when I think about it I get tired.
You need to put everything ready
That in itself does not make sense at all. I decide to postpone the other day until tomorrow. I'll have more time. Because time no longer plays a role here.
My rhythm has changed day and night. I watch all kinds of movies late into the night and on YouTube of course. When you start doing that, you'll be sure you'll stay awake
So I don't have to stand up for anyone and wake up somewhere in the afternoon and think I dreamed all of this and that it was an evil dream.
I have my breakfast (brunch), because yes we can skip that and then I have to start thinking about how I will fill the afternoon. Well, the afternoon is so over because let's say rest of the day
I look on Facebook and see all my memories come back. Those were beautiful and fun things.
And now I can't make any mail anymore because I'm sitting at home and annoying myself with everything that goes by on that rotten television and Facebook and Twitter.
I lay eveb on the couch this week and looked on Twitter to see if I could find something funny always something weird or something. Suddenly I was treated to hard core porn. At first I was stunned but I kept looking why I don't know because it turned out to be all the same so yes I was not really excited from
So the afternoon was fast up because yes you are always waiting for something exciting to come maybe. Well, don't forget it. Actually, I was nauseous, but I also had to cook some. Time caught up with me. How do you catch up with time? Precisely that is going to be a kind of gwoonte that shifts everything to a later sense of time

I'm bored literally. I miss my friends my daughter whose birthday is April 2 and I can't even go to hug and hug her
That hurts, believe me. She's sick and so am I.
I am kidney patient also that. But yes there has