About

This is nothing healthy to read, I'd imagine most people will say. The writer is nuts, and me saying it here doesn't make it any less of a fact. It's the same as a murder trial - the one proved guilty is just as guilty, no matter what that one would say.

This is about me, not about you. If you're a friend, you'll probably understand all of this. If you're an enemy, you're not a very good one if you didn't know all this before - but just in case, here's your chance to learn more. If you don't know me, you'll know more of me after this, but you won't know everything.

It's not a story of my life, even though it contains stories of my life. I am actually a _BIT_ more complex than this, really. I can tell you it's all the truth, it's all a lie. I can actually tell you anything about this, and there's no easy way for you to be sure if anything is true. I might be faking my name too. I make no promises, and even if I did, you couldn't hold me responsible for them here. And to the dictatorship loving people of a certain political party, there's no death threats for you here. Stop dreaming - I wouldn't waste a whole web page for you.

This is a play, or at least an act from one. This is a world of it's own, or at least a small village in that world.

Again - this isn't meant for you, this is meant for me. I wrote it for myself, because I was selfish and too lazy to write anything meaningful. I was probably drunk during most of the time I wrote this.

This is a tale of the power of imagination, or lack of it. You choose.

This is my life, or at least a part of it. If you dislike it, come talk to me and change me as a person. The first cup of coffee is on me.

Oh, and timing is purposefully mixed up. What happens after part one might actually have happened before it. The whole way of writing this defines weird timing - I wrote this before making the decision I talk about in the end, just in case I would make that decision. I didn't write this for an immediate need, I wrote it just in case I'd need it one day.