The toughest 21 years old in the world

It's funny that even though people wouldn't notice anything much happening in my life these past few weeks, a lot of things actually happened. And yet, there's nothing much I can write about, at least not now. Life is getting worse with every passing day but it's also getting better at the same time. I don't know where would I be six months from now and I'd be lying if I said that I don't care. But all I want to do right now is just to wake up every morning knowing that I have another day to go through and sleep every night knowing that I've survived another day. As long as I have the people that I love and love me back, I'm good.

Well, to tell you the truth, January isn't really the best month for me. But it's ok, 'cos I'm the toughest 21 years old in the world (my tribute to Murakami).