I say all I need are deadlines.
I say they're the only way to break the vicious circle of this demotivation.
So why don't I fix some of them for me?
For short, medium and/or long time.
A travel, or a job, or a madness, or a book, or my homework!
Why don't I plan anything besides to find the fucking love?
This fixation I have with love has blinding me all the way.
It's like if only love were important to me...
And like if I could wait eternally for it.
But it isn't, and I can't.
Even the dreamers need to schedule their dreams sometimes.