February 2, 2005
I am always late. The date of expiry has arrived and passed unnoticed. The best years are ahead. The milk in the fridge is no good, is it? I hate black coffee. I am sleeping my life away. The best years are wasted. I am at the beginning of my twenties; this is my modern times...The best years are to come. Will I be fine after drinking this milk? It's in the fridge after all...I am sleeping my life away. The time is slipping between my fingers, I must catch it. Oh, it's not just expired, it's empty too. Damn.