Complaining is silly. Either act or forget.

My diary entries allow me to keep track of all the things I would like to change about my life.

I have done enough bullshit lately, I just have to make time for something better. Something good.

So whatever I find true for myself, other people might also relate to.

In running, I know that I can train as much as I want and Im never going to break the world record for the five miles. Its partly genetics; Im just not built for it. But if I worked really hard, I might be able to cut my time by half. Could I do the same thing with my mind and my well-being?

Peter Noever is a pain in the ass and a joy in the heart.

Drugs feel great in the beginning and become a drag later on.