Diary.

I went to the doctor, and was told that my arm, after a few months, will be fully functional again. So I guess I will be running around not able to do physical work. Whatever. My sickness is also getting better, which, by the way, is the best of news I've had in years! This turns out to be a good day. Really good.

I haven't found anything cheap, for my friends computer. I think I'll leave the decisions to him. I haven't got time to help him either. We both have too much to do. It's like we're drifting apart. Me and my friends. I don't think that I will ever see them again. Our studies takes us to far off places, and it sucks. I don't have any friend nearby. My nearest friend is about 30 miles from here. Great. We will be meeting each other at least 3 times a year.

My sister wants to go to college here. I don't think it will work. I want her to move out as far as possible. Far away from this place. To another country perhaps. She knows a lot of languages, it shouldn't be hard for her to study in another country. She'll have to move out soon. Come to think about it, the "boys" actually wanted to kill me. Who knows what they might do to my sister. Shouldn't think about it.

I hope this day continues with the good things.