I have the strangest thoughts in my head, maybe I should not write them down.

I still don't know if things fit together, or if everything will be all right in the end. But I believe that something means something. I believe in cleansing the soul through fun and games. I also believe in love. And I have several good friends, and just one bad one.

I have enough trouble with useful information, never mind being burdened with what is useless.

It's good for me to see so many other people who are not me. That there are so many others. I feel affection for them. Most of them are doing the best they can. I am also doing the best I can.

The only thing I can be sure of at any given time is what I am thinking myself. I have no idea what the others are thinking. Do they think space is big and dangerous? I do. What do they believe in? I think nobody ought to be alone. That one should be with someone. With friends. With the person one loves. I think it is important to love. I think it's the most important thing.

I don't want all that much. But I want to be fine. I want to live a simple life with many good moments and a lot of fun.

…I don’t wish to meet people. They disgust me. Increasingly so. But I must have milk.