I'll regret the very moment that I chose this mess again.
I live on an island in the sea, a vast blue ocean surrounding me, and the screaming sea gulls are my only companions. How did I get here? I don't know.. was swept ashore a long time ago and the prying seagulls were the only ones to witness how at first I enjoyed to live by myself, with no responsibilities, no troublesome acquaintances, no social insecurities.... life was fine. Life was all fine. But with increasing frequency I found myself staring at the sea, wondering if there could be someone out there in the blue. And over me, like a disease, came a longing for all these familiar evils (...)