Sometimes, in the blur between sleep and consciousness I dream I’m kissing you. Even if you don’t yet exist.Short Story Number Six Hundred and Ninety Four
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but all I can say for sure is that I’m tired of feeling strange. I used to think that maybe I was special or something, but now I think I just need to wake up and not be such an idiot anymore. So I think you were right, when you told me that I should stop thinking so much about stuff that I can’t change. That I should maybe do something positive for once.
