one two three years, millennia, or what, three apples, three years, I think it is time for four, it does not depend on me, but I hope to finish this time it's been too long it lasts but how to be different, I have not learned to play the comedy, I am what I am, so how can I imagine being someone else, it seems silly, I advance in life being careful not to step in dog poop, so I do not see why I could not continue to pay attention to me is an attempt to be closer to what I am thinking after the other, I try to be consistent, sometimes I wonder, am I going to want something, it's so not used to, I do not understand why, it's a day like others