Another year lived without doing anything with my life. I usually get melancholic, but this time I'm not. I don't know if I've improved or if the apathy is so strong that I no longer feel my everyday feelings. I've spent my whole life without a goal, even now I don't have a real goal. I wanted to be a writer, I wrote a ridiculous book and turned to short stories. I sent the best story to a writer from the group I was part of, and he praised it, with reservations because it was my first story, but I was praised. From then on, I wrote nothing else.

I think about becoming a catechist, I don't know if I follow this idea of my own free will or because so many people say I would be a good catechist. But I continue to study in case this is my calling. I don't know what else to write, since pre-adolescence my birthdays have been melancholic, but this one and the one when I was dating the girl I loved the most and admit I still love, are exceptions. I hope the next ones will be like that too.

An update on my wheelchair: the price of the adaptation has increased to 5k. With the money I had, I paid for the adaptation and the hand orthoses, and I had to use 1k reais from my own pocket. I still need to buy new batteries. I hope everything goes well during this adaptation period.