Breakaway Republic Of Myself

Breakaway Republic Of Myself
2006.12.19 2:04

It seems my whole being is devided by three parts. That is head - hand -writing, desire - eyes - girlfriend, feet - hands - job. My reason tells me that I cannot love her. My desire tells me I need to love her. My economic need tells me that I need to work in using my brain. My brain orders me not to use my brain in job. Everything is broken away. It's just hard to keep myself in oneness.