I keep asking myself on what did I do on the last three decades.
I can't remember anything or maybe I shutted everything so I won't remember a thing. What if I have been so focused, what am I now? How far would I've been? Will I like myself?

I dont like what I've been. I often hate myself for imperfection. When will I accept what I am not?

I want to sleep now.
But the gods said NO.

I dont like nurses, call center workers, stage actors. They are the one who took my love away.
Reminding me that I cannot own one.

And I am left, all alone.
A loser in a game called LIFE.

2009nov1; 0232H