22 years

By now ... 22 have passed by. Looking at past posts i see that no shit has changed so far. Still bad luck still struggling with life, but in the end it seems i am a fighter. Smile and pretend it's all ok, go home, hit some music and drop some tears.

One day the sun will show up on this dark alley, of this i'm sure. The only problem that remains is staying alive and sane that long. As i stated before - i am a fighter, let's see how long can i endure till the sun shines on my face.

Happy focking birthday to me! See ya` in a year or so.

p.s. where is that focking pony ;)