Helena and friends

“When King Lear dies in act five, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He has written, 'He dies.' No more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential piece of dramatic literature is, 'He dies.' Now I am not asking you to be happy at my leaving but all I ask you to do is to turn the page and let the next story begin. -- Mr. Magorium”

Wow.. really now. I’m alive and I can breathe. I can touch and I can scream. I can cry, I can smile. I can do whatever I want to. But what will I become? What does my future hold? Will I become successful? Happy? What will I achieve? Who will be my friends? Who will come to my funeral when I'm dead? I’m such an emotional freak. I want to discover the things that is not discovered. I want to find something new. Another place. New people. I’m just so fucking tired of this world. War, hunger, sickness, depression, bad bad people. No. Please, just stop. I’m born too late to discover earth, I’m born too early to discover the universe. I’m in the middle. The fucking middle. :(

Throwback to when my life was good.