The first encounter with basketball had made me feel a little.. DE-confidented. But no. It's just the beginning. There's more to come. The impact is merely a stepping stone to a better handling.
Life's boring. Especially when you're all alone, without anything to do. True, there's television or perhaps media such as the computer or some literature may ease the drafty feeling. But still. Without no one to share you're feelings with, without anyone telling you what to do, yes, indeed it's boring.
I feel like a deflated basketball. Is that why I feel so helpless and inferior? Ironically, it seemed rather true. But I'm gaining more sunshine in my life. And I feel that the deflated basketball is slowly regaining its shape.
Nightmares. Another source that usually brought me down. Like today. I had a dream that I died again. But I don't really feel surprised. In fact, its' normal for me. Maybe the premonition is coming true. But you still gotta live life to your fullest, as they always say.
