I'm thinkin 'bout a new title for my present life. So many things happened - so many that I can't bunch them together.
Isn't exactly this chapter the one I waited for primarily?

*. New friends with one special
*. A new and superb job in a bakery with soooo kind colleagues
*. My drivers licence AAAAND my own car!
*. Finally finish with my "old relationship"?

... And sooo many other things!

But... I ask you... what's wrong with me?

I'm kinda... stressing around! It's like I ... can't sit down and chill out like I normally could.
Sit down and read a book, play with the Xbox, just hear music and chat around the net, calling some friends.
I HAVE TO have people around mey! It's like a drug. Like my "old love" is my personal drug.

It's disgusting when things are happening and you can't do something.

When eight years old children are ill... and you just look at her parents and hide your tears. No, I don't want to write about it. It's too sad and... I have to think about it so often. No word could describe what's going on there.

Let us speak about things for them I haven't any tears anymore.

My big bro who HAS TO apologize since one year right now... His behaviour grosses me out! Go where you belong! To your grannie-lovie! Money is a great thing, isn't it? Wouldn't you murder for a bundle of money? I know you would. Cause you did in the foretime. You murdered mom's trust in her son. And my trust in you is rare by then.
Yea big bro. You did it.

And my old love? I hope she'll go away. I'm a sentimentalist. But I have to unhand her.

I can see neither justice in our world nor fairness between the people.

And for me it feels like I'm failed.

What did I do wrong... that everybody and everything around me is changing like that?