dementia praecox

I'm back on my feet.... Hears some people says finally... Sorry for all the trouble I got some into. Real Paiseh. Anyway, I'm just not myself anymore. Even I don't know why. Days just run on and on while I resentfully tried to catch up. Its not a good job, living.... I will survive. I hope... A little too wounded from all the scars inflicted. They made me stronger, thus I thank the ones who did it to me. Thank you. No more a small child so foolishly thinking about how I could play all day or rest, have fun. Life's a torture, and living it did things to you.
Once heard: " There is no such thing as a perfect human. The reason Man evolve and grow better, if not stronger, is because we want to be more perfect. And as humans, there will always be room for improvement. That's why we are humane..."

MLT2 till 5...

Labels: Ponders, Studies/Work