I'm hungry now and I think I don not have much energy to work on my English writing. but I have to do that.
that sucks.
I remember when I was a young boy,; maybe 11 years old, I always wanted to live in the right way.
I used to plan for my daily life even though there was not anybody to teach me that kind of things.
when I was maybe 14 years old I got depressed. I think that was a major depression.
when I was at high school, my grade point average went down. also my class rank dropped.
that was a sad story, the story of my life.
I remember when I'd decided to commit suicide...but I became a runner in search of a place to commit suicide.
I ran at least one hour per day for ten years.
one day I ran 4 hours and then I stopped. and after a few minutes I ran again for 3 hours...
somebody called me Forrest Gump. I didn't know what he meant by that at that time. but now I understand that.
yes. I was a Forrest Gump.