This is a transfer from another random piece of paper:

Here I am writing on a random piece of paper again.. I really feel the old Clint is getting more and more detached.. He, who used to dare show all emotions in front of people, He, who dare to make all kinds of decisions, He, who does things his way..

Frustrated. Nobody to talk to. Nobody to encourage me when spirits are down. Nobody to give second opinions. Nobody to turn bad days to bright ones.

Perhaps this is another way of letting it out.. Life goes on..

22nd July 2006, 0857 hrs