This is my life. I may seem as if I was like everyone else in this world but I can assure you that I’m not. The one single factor that excludes me from the rest of the population is that I am fully aware that I’m just like them.

(Supernatural as it may seem, the world is only just a dream)

MY world is such; I wake up to visions of a bedroom, hear the echoes of a nearby street and experience the taste of an uninteresting breakfast. After all this the only productive thing I can do is drone on about how bored I am, hardly bothering to do something about it.

I pursue an education and remain as lazy about it as I am about everything else.

I give the world a nice illusion of what I am; the one thing that constructs this illusion is the fact that I’m telling the truth. One person would say that anyone can change the world; the same person will also say that everyone is different. The shear genius of the first statement distracts people from the truth, everyone is the same.

ANYWAY, none of this is truly relevant to anything yet, attention please.