So we are going along the 21st century. Neat. Maybe this year I can find something really useful to do, like starting family or maybe finally get that driver's licence. Which would mean that I would have to get a car. Blah. Maybe I'll just use my legs for now.

I just woke up from my little dreamworld to a feeling I couldn't breathe. I stood up and it seemed like my body had forgotten how to do that automated process of filling lungs with air. Kinda scared me. Wouldn't be a big tragedy.

My wait has paid off. I finally after 27 and a half years heard someone say to me the words "I love you" (not including my mom) in the way they meant something. I'm still flying from that one. Sad thing is She could never be mine. Oh, well.

I'm getting tired on walking alone on this planet. I could lull my self into that sleep again and maybe my body will forget to breathe again. Or I could stop this whining and just start being nicer to people. Nicer to those who exploit me day by day. Nicer to those who never stop criticizing everything I do and giving their "helpful" tips on how to live MY life. Yeah, maybe I'll be nicer to those people. And maybe I'll be the president in the coming elections .. yeah, sure.