Feeling a stranger no matter where i go. Feel like i have to run, search, explore and then look at myself in a weird looking glass and say "hello fool" and embrace the thing, anything that's coming. Everything i say can be nonsense. I'm very likely to be a crossroad. A mistake. Something to come across and regret you didn't pick the other way. But whatever you think it thru, here i come. Always.

PS Whenever you see someone whose eyes are shimmering in the weirdest beautiful way, RUN! Don't go for them. Behold. AND - never pass your own thing onto them.

Placed a diary into the wrong hands. As i had seen eyes of dazzling bright. Gave my youth away. A silly diary is the whole of your fucking youth.

PS 2 Asperger Syndrome is NOT the whole of me. Still it's a bit of bitch.

PS 3 Leave me alone: don't u see i'm too busy at hating me.

PS 4 it's a glorious, beautiful morning.