.

we chose who we trust.

this decision is made in a second.

sometimes all of a sudden, 

sometimes right away

and sometimes after years passed by.

when I chose to trust you,

I must have been drunk.

hello, little hangover.

When it's one of these days, where you find yourself waking up in the afternoon, head still spinning from last night, which you spent awake for the most part. Drinking too much black coffee, even though you don't usually like it black. Spending the day alone at home and since it's cold and rainy outside, there's no good reason to go out anyways. Watching bad TV series and listening to music that isn't made from synthesizers but western guitars played by men with beards, who walk trough a forest while singing.

Feeling unsozial, so you call someone you haven't talked to for a while. 

(And if you're cool like me, you then try to play a little on your guitar, 
hoping your roommates won't hear anything of your crappy playing-skills and singing.)

Thinking about doing some stuff for university, but ending up sketching random things.
Eating breakfast food for dinner, while being watched by a cat.
Realizing it's already pretty late so you wonder how the day passed so fast.