"My life isn't as good as what you thnk it is. I am not that 'lucky guy' people say. In fact, I am just an average Joe, who, unfortunately, has all the bad luck anyone could ever imagine. By the way, my name is Christopher Xanders, a 4th year student and an aspiring novelist. I write all the happenings in my life in this book because I like to bring back those 'sweet' memories that I've been through. All the hardships and trials in my life are stated here. You may be wondering why?...then...I tell you, life isn't easy...know my life, then you'll know what it's like to feel like you're alone, to feel like you're wasted.

July 6, 1993...

Today was not a very interesting day for me. Okay...let's start from the moment I woke up. As soon as I went downstairs, My mother was like "Wake up Late AGAIN!"... that is what I hate about my mother, just a little mistake she speaks like it's one heck of a big deal. Right now, you may be thinking, waking up early is somewhat a big deal, isn't it? Yes, it is one. But in my situation, it's just 3 minutes after my usual waking up time. Ah...life...sometimes you think that it's just one heck of a big joke.

Next up...School. I love school but I'm starting to hate it for some reasons. One, Damn all the people around me! And two, what the hell is their definition by "doing your best."? I mean, My examinations were like 2 mistakes, 6 mistake and that, but... Arghh... talking about that makes me hate it even more. As soon as we were dismissed, I hurried home to sleep, yes, it's my hobby, or perhaps to write my novels. Which particularly, no one cares about. Well, it's my hobby, nothing can bring us apart.

July 9, 1993..

Yup, you are right. I am not the kind of guy who writes every single part of his life in a paper. I sometimes skip days in writing them entries. As usual. I wake up with my mother shouting at me. But this time, I just hurried and left the house 2 hours earlier than when I usually leave the house... Which seems to be a very bad idea. On the way, there were this 3 guys, they look like they haven't slept for 8 days...and they're drunk.I thought it would just be cool to pass by them peacefully,which turned out to be not. One of them got pissed off of me for no legit reason and grabbed me in my shirt. I kicked his privates for defense but then the other two joined in.

Went to school bloody, got laughed at. no one dared to check my condition, Classmates, and even the teachers. The day passed and I got home. still a bit bloody. And yes, as you expected, my mother reprimanded me with full force again. I don't know why, but something coming into my mind and I'm starting to hate my life and myself as well...