I've been re-reading my blog lately, something I'd been avoiding to do, and I noticed two things.

1. My English pretty much sucks. There's nothing much I can do about that except being more careful.

2. I am the most whiney, shrill, ungrateful, bitter, boring little bitch I've ever heard of. And I honestly had no idea I was so.

I was debating over whether I should erase this blog and start over from scratch, but in the end I decided not to. I've invested a good deal of time in this one, even if it isn't aparent. And there are some posts I like very much.

I'll just clarify:

I am a happy person. I am very happy with my life and the course it's taking of lately. I love my man, I love my house, I have a great brother and, whether I like it or not, I have great parents too. I have a pretty black-and-white kitty who curls around my neck at nights and purrs.

I do have problems, but they are minor. Money is the greatest of them and, if I should have the choice of what big problem I want to have, it would be money. I have love, I have friends, I also have myself, and I amuse myself most of the times. I'm quite pleased with who I am, with where I am and to certain extent with what I'm doing. I still am not the person I'd like to be, but I think I'm on my way. I certainly am not in any way a person I don't want to be (if that makes sense). Everything I lack can be bought with money, and that is indeed a very troubleless existance.

I am happy with my life. I have no right to complain.