Another day, another chance. What will happen today? Nothing special, just the usual, I wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, finish, go back home and sleep. I forgot something... what was it?

I am Christian, Christian Wilkens. I am 24 years old and I work at Rob'n'Lovers, a company which mainly produces stuff like sheets and other stuff. I don't really wanna get into detail. I love my job, it fulfills me. I am really good at it, nobody is on my level. I love my job, I really do, especially my co-workers, not like I would enjoy strangling or suffocating one of them with our company's pillows. They all hate me. Some of them say I am weird. I don't talk a lot, I barely try and socialize. It is just not my thing. There are some people who love to be alone, having nobody by their side, just like their childhood, having parents that reject and hate you. Now I am going too far, I need to know where my limits are, I need to stop thinking about it. What am I even talking about? It is one of those days, at work, where you are just too deep your mind, too deep in your thoughts. I am supposed to be working, selling all this crap, instead of having these useless thoughts all day long. When will it stop? When will it all make sense? I always tell myself, one day, one day it will all match together. Just like my psychologist once said: "You will find your path to walk on, along that path, you will also find people who belong to your life, friends, partners, a beautiful woman and maybe some little children. The future brings us many things, many gifts." I hope it's true, I hope my future gives me a lot of good things, I deserve it, I really do, after all these years of suffering. No, it is great. I am fine, don't ever question it again, I am just trying to fit in. Has anyone ever experienced it like me? I bet. I wish. They don't know what I am going through. It's kind of funny, seeing those stupid faces every single day. Keep looking at me, and I'll make sure to keep looking at you. They really think they're special, actually I am the special one, the "not-so-ordinary" one. Whatever, don't care. Well, time to continue, I am everything but not useless, back to work. I would love to think that I exist, but for everyone, I am a nobody, just an entity, something illusory. Even if they shake my hand and feel flesh gripping theirs and maybe even comparing our lives; I simply am not there.

Today is another day, another chance, what will happen today? Nothing special, just the usual, I wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, finish, go back home and sleep.