and once again my dearest protagonist of this shit called "Jan-Hendrik Willms" has been mistaking a cesspit for a turning point. seems as if he's enjoying spending hours and hours wasting his life in quiet, desolate places - drunk, disenchanted and definitely disturbed. what will it take to make him realize? what will it take to make him me?
stay unspoiled and tune in for another episode of "fuck you, you fucking fuck" at any given day...
your suffering will free you
oh, come on, do me a favour and STFU!