It's just that nothing's happening and that's all. And having nothing to do drives me crazy. I don't know, what I want. I don't know where to go. I have nobody to talk to. That's silly. It feels as if I'm not needed. Because I'm empty. It's just study and study and study. And even if I manage to get away, I see nothing new. The same places, the same faces, the same business. And I'm bored, absolutely bored. I would write a song if I could. But I can't. And all that is left to do for me is to look out of the window, wait for the Sun to shine and go on with my paper.