Yeah, 24 years of a worthless life. I bet there are many who had endured more. And I know that most of you reading this are now disappointed that I'm still around. Well, you are the reason I'm still here. I want to cause you this disappointment, year after year, until it's too much and YOU break first.
So, congrats to me, or something. I just picked up a book btw, which I'll have to translate and get cash for it... Not nearly enough to move out, but maybe, if I handle it well, I can rescue some of it for my own use. Honestly, I've pretty much given up on moving out altogether. What if I decide to be happy (=drunk) from now on, as much as I can, and abandon everything else? Meh... not sure I can do that. I still want to kill at least a few people, just to prove that I was here.
I wish it was the same weather every year as it was when I was born. Thunderstorm, chill, dark and cold. This heat is wearing me down. Gloat about it all you want.