Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why.
I am only young once, who cares if I'm a goofball!
I write in a very strange way. Things are very fragmentary for a very long time, and then they come together very quickly near the end of the process.
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