Boring

The date is the first of January in the year of our Lord two thousand and two. The first. The first day of the rest of my life. My life. My life in China. My life away from every-one I know. My life on my own. On my own, alone. Alone in my own world. My world. The world in my head. Far away from my suroundings, my world that only I live in. I live in China. I live in a state of perpetual happiness. Some would argue that I live in the state of Fujian(but I know that Fujian is a province, not a state). My world of familiar things. Familiar things that I don't see. I don't see my family. I don't see my friends. I don't see my language written down. Down in the world. The world of my imagination is still there. Still there in my mind. In my mind I see them all. All those I left behind. Left behind. Left. Left home. Now I'm home alone. Alone, a loner. The loony loner. The loony loner who has few friends. Few friends, but what a few. Close friends. Friends that I have with me. With me in my world. My world, my rules. Rules. What rules. I rule. I rule my world. My world, that only I live in. In China. China. China, a nice place to visit. A place where every-thing is different. Different. Different customs, traditions. No Christmas. No New Year. Happy new year. New year, new life. My life. My life alone. Alone, the loner is not lonely. Alone in my world. My world, with all my friends. My friends, my family. My world. In my world with my friends, family and imagination. My world, in my head, with my rules, my friends, my family, my life. I am happy.