I do understand that I'm a very moody person. I'm inconsistent, though I despise inefficiency. It's hypocritical of me, but then again I'm human. At one time I hated myself for being one of the six billion meat bags troding the world aimlessly. But now, I guess I'm used to the idea that sooner or later this youth and vigor of my body will leave me and I will become someone else. I cannot bring back time or loop it around my finger and each time it suits, relive certain aspects of my life. I am afraid of old age and I miss my childhood because it was the only time I didn't concern myself with anything of universal value. There was I and my imagination and nothing else existed. I don't think that my existence is pitiful and yet I can't see a way that my breathing and being can in some way influence the world. I'm just a grain in the sand. There are so many people who are very much alike with me. So really, I'm just a regular human being, despite my flaws and quirks.