I only have a few hours a day, nay, a month, in which I am truly the person I want to be. The rest of the time I feel hopeless, empty, weak. For the hours when I am alive; I am immortal, I am potential actualised, I am not a man, I am dynamite. My life is so short; I do not know when I will be awake again, because of that. I must appreciate every moment I am alive. I may not come back again.