It is unfortunate that with all those years passed I would have thought that at least the experience would make me wiser to not go into so much trouble anymore. I had a rough start this year, and somehow I still manage to continue in the same messed up sense of fucking up my life. When I was little I hoped that one day I would fly. I use to dream that I did. And it was such a powerful feeling, it made me think that one day I will rule over this world and maybe even over the universe. I never wished to be Superman though ):)) maybe Superwoman :D. I believe that if anyone would manage to fly one day as human with no wings or funny gadgets to help, that person will definitely rule over all human kind. But those are just dreams I dream to keep my head busy away from the ugly reality I live everyday. Now after all this time, all that I can do is cover my eyes when I am sad and exile myself from pain of any kind.

The problem with me is that I seem to keep a line of the same problems… Years may change, but my problems stay the same, some just change only their content.

It is funny how most of my problems start with “b”: B-city, B-day; B-man…

The town I live in, the years that pass in order to reach that one day which is a constant reminder of the fact that you only get a year plus and maybe some experience that doesn’t help much in some cases, the men in my life that even though they might have different names, they all lead to bad choices when it comes to my own good.

Somewhere on the way I seem to have forgotten all about me, how can one forget itself so bad?? What can I do to find the original version of me once and for all?? Now all I can seem to worry about is represented by nonsenses, ideas and thoughts about stupid people that hunt my days and nights. The only measures I can take in order to escape this living nightmare are those involving winning the lotto so that I could finally go to London town, the Islands, Ireland, New York, Boston, Australia, Africa, Tokyo, and back to Europe for some Mongolia, Russia and maybe even Turkey land in the end.

Once, someone told I should never stop dreaming… to bad he did.