I (sorry but I'm egoist and sorry for that ugly colour)

I wanna write so many things. But I don't know how to start this little story. I want to become a better human. I want to become a human. That's my style. My life. I don't have time to do so many things. I need and want to tide up. I need and really want to make time to read my books... I bought some interesting essays written by W. B. Yeats. Not Yeast (droždí in Czech) as I thought. I am really happy that I have them by my own but I don't have time. And my English... Terrible... I am thinking of studying English by my own. Or I can visit some classes but I don't have enough money because it costs an arm and a leg... But I have a very good practisebook at home, so I think Ican handle it. And again about the money... I will finally work as a telephone salesman... Terrible work... Quite nice money.. Oh, it will be a great day... My first salary...

And I hate pink.

Kill me. Please, kill me. I am an old man, so kill me. It doesn't hurt. Just do it.

I am a bit tired of everything. And I am sick. I am sick of people but I have a cough and a headache, too. There are so many things, I wanna write about. Books, musics but feelings, too. But I don't wanna bore you, as I bored some people today. YES, I am sick and tired. And angry&jealous. And ...&... Sorry.