It then appears that I am indeed thrown out into the world with eyes wide open and desperate, perhaps insane. Its freezing. Out there. And its freezing here. I just feel cold. It must be the dreams. The dreams, returning to plague me again. Hahas, but one funny bit. Saw one of my friends dating Nagato Yuki of Haruhi fame.
It seems, that humans define their existence throught misery and suffering. And maybe that is true for most. Or of a few who can somehow define their existence through happiness. As if in a utopia.
I used to think i was very free. Freer than some other specific persons. And it actually comes to lght that I am as much a prisoner as the next guy. I have such a lousy host body. Does it have to matter?
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