like an old blues song stuck in my head

Got back to listening to old american rock n roll and fell that my american dream is still alive. She (exactly, my dream is she) now feels way much better and motivated to make herself real.
’cause then she almost did. But I screwed up. Hell yeah, I did! I have done this! I screwed it up. And honestly, I’m fucking proud of it. because now I legally can take my second chance. You never get your second chance until you destroyed the first one.

That’s kinda strange to realize that’s been almost a year. How fast time flies when you are buried under routine and day-to-day inactivity. I’m writing this blog and listening to the same old songs like five years ago when I was writing in my old blog and listening to the very same song. How long the time lasts when you trying to live your dream. I was laying in my dorm bad and listening to those fucking same songs in the middle of the night and it seemed like time was a chewing gum. I stretched that gum trying to get to the end of it, but instead of ending, the gum was only becoming longer and longer and I was becoming only further and further away from my dream. Now I’m again deactevated. But I’m glad because this time the Time flys fast. I just have to figure out a new better plan and start acting. And the same old songs will halp me to do this.

Keep rolling, girl.

NP —