thought of a Sunday afternoon (traduction par google translate)

My dreams lately are quite monotonous. So much that sometimes I do not know if they are dreams or real life.
It's dark and cold. I hate to beat a dead horse to read stuff for an exam that I completely crazy.
Fuck is a strange word.
I mad
You crazy
He fucks
We give a damn
..
We our futon futon in the trash.

If the world comes to an end tomorrow, is there any things I regret not having told you?
No
Why does one minus one more Always feels like it adds up to zero?
Why is it that when my hair is long, I want them short, but when they are short I want to feature?

This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate New Jersey, Grew up believing That Truly he'd never be happy Until The day he is The One. Belief stemmed from this early exposure to sad British pop music and has a total mis-reading of the movie 'The Graduate'. The girl, of Shinnecock Summer Finn, Michigan, did "not share this Belief. Since The disintegration of Her parent's marriage she'd only love Two Things. The first Was Her Long Dark Hair. The second WAS how she could "Easily cut it off and feel nothing.

Angus and Julia Stone were in Münster and Hamburg last week. I loved being there.
Is what I'm going to feel a free man? It seems like the same old story: When I finished college, I can do this, I can do that. bla bla bla
But basically, is what I'm really going to do what I want? I'm not so sure.

Why do I procrastinate so much??!

Do I raving?