2005-11-22 - 8:29 p.m.
Finally, I feel alive again. I just went through what was most possibly the toughest six months of my life. I cannot count, really, but somewhere around that figure anyway. It feels good when you wake up, and you open your eyes, and think "it's bloody good to be awake." It is, ah, the smell of permeated pollution. Brilliant. I still visit my dad at his resting place. I'm not sure if I still believe in the afterlife, but if it does exist, well, I'm sure he's alright. He's too smart to be in hell. Hope it'll be okay... |