I realized that time had come, and come again and again, and every time I had chosen to not work at all. As a result I now had no girlfriend, no savings, no qualifications, nothing. Nobody wouldn't have cared if I had died. I had lived ignoring my life.What's going to happen to me?...there's no light waiting at the top, overflowing with hopeIf there comes a time when I have to work hard, I'll work hard then.On the stairs of life that I'm climbing...A vague sense of anxiety enveloped my body.
