My legs are still hurting, although it hurts less than yesterday. I ran trough the whole Zagreb, and I'm NOT used to it cause I don't live there. I didn't take any meds, I thought it'll just gonna pass trough. Well, it didn't. I suffer. A lot.
Me has to study, study and study even more. School is an asshole. A big one, I'd say. Dunno why, my clothes and hands smell like I came out of the room filled with cigarette smoke. I admit, me likes it. I do not smoke, though. Kids with cigarettes in their mouth are like worms sleeping in the bird's nest. Waiting to be eaten, still not knowing that.
In need of singing along the song I hear for the fir