1.12.2010

1st of December. The International AIDS day. My uncle's prize was, once again - or as always, given to someone whom deserved it. And as usual, I could not be there. I had to work and it truly sucks. I wish he would be alive, I wish he would be here. For some reason I believe that if he would be alive, I would have someone to talk to. Someone whom would understand me and listen to me. To be frank, I feel lonely and confused right now. It is like my life is falling apart and I am just watching the pieces slipping out of my hands. Knowing that I am losing them but without actually having enough energy to care. Not enough energy to do something about it.