who am i to tell you what to do? go ahead, read on.
who am i to tell you what to do? go ahead, read on.
『ｍｅｍｅｎｔｏ ｍｏｒｉ』
09/29/1998
are you reading this from the future? this is a rather strange concept to think about, but what isn't a strange concept after all? i don't want to delve too much about because this is not the site's purpose. i don't want to say my name or where i live, so you can call me bolgat117 if you want. my dream is to become a programmer (and get rich from it). you might be asking "why are you writing about your life?"... well, here's the answer: because i can. and because i have no one to talk to. my psychologist said i could have someone to talk to (other than her) so i accepted the idea my way. for sure i will write more stuff here in the future. bye
09/29/1998
ok, it's still 5 am and i'm very looking forward to sleep. my eyes just don't close and my mind is racing. something worries me but I don't know what it can be... loneliness can drive you crazy and i'm writing rambling phrases. don't blame me, it's my thoughts. i need to get them out of me. writing on paper is not as effective as writing here. when i'm very anxious i start typing my full name on the keyboard. sound strange to you? the sound of the keys helps me calm down.