Today, like every other day, I am sick of people just walking through me. I can not believe that I died last week and now writing a diary, in which I do not know what to right inside it. You will probably find it is because I am just getting used to people walking right through me and cats hissing at me, along with wild barking dogs.
Everyone else still has a life and continue their life and complete their dreams. All I wanted was to be a consultant. Now I am never going to do it.