You know what is making me sad? That I have absolutely nobody to talk to about my life. I mean, not really anyway. I mean, for most of the people I am childish, or obsessed, radical, fanatic? and perhaps I am. So what? I have actually never met anyone like me before. Nobody?s life is like mine I think, or haven?t we met yet? I am so dying to have about the thin red line in my life. My life is entirely virtual. Does anyone feel this life as virtual as mine? I need to talk about virtual friendship, virtual love, and virtual support. It is so wonderful to me. I have never thought that I would ever have needed to talk about anything, about my life to someone who is not my alter ego. Internet is a soap, my life, my journal is a soap, everything is living on the Internet. If someone asks me how my day was, I always say fine because people don?t understand me when I say good or bad because this or that happened on my website/blogit/chat/Internet in general. I?ve tried t explain it before, but then all people just stare at me with their dumb grin and probably thinking somewhat like is that girl mentally ill or something like that. well, I?m not and it makes you feel that I am immature, then I let them. Nothing and nobody else than blogit and the World Wide Web determine my life. I am pathetic in the real sense of the word, I am full of pathos. And I am damn proud of it.
I told you I am taking fat burners (to dissolve the fat I don?t have) plus two squeezed lemons in the morning. But, well, I was thinking, my cat is pretty fat and I could perhaps mix a fat burner among his food. I don?t think he?ll get stoned like last time. What do you think?