. . . A h h h . . . O o o h h . . . . E e e h h . . .
I am but a speechless being now, void of emotions. Since the last post my life has degraded into what we refer to as a “crab shell”. I have avoided people, decreased my intake of food, increased my time on the computer and online, increased my reliance on my spectacles to the point where I can feel my eyes burning, and even reduced myself from a character I once was.
This, I repeat, this, is definitely not a continuation since my last post. I cannot gaurantee that it should continue anyway, since I have not yet reached the golden age of 20. Ahh, yes, the perfect round number, peak of teenage life and the start of pure adulthood, both coinciding yet repelling, a paradox worthy of it’s name. Unfortunately, I am not there yet. I am not worthy of it, yet.
To the point when I will be less full of myself, but not less a man, I shall not be responsible enough to do what I say, and act what I do. Cause everything I do now, deternmines the future. My future. Wish me luck.