kiss'inGrey;: Malos tiempos.

It was a strange feeling for my, though I suppose that not surprising, since everything was feeling it now of rare form.

The strange thing was that I was feeling it as something natural in a sense. When I was human, it had never been the best in anything.

I was taking very well my relations with Renée, but probably there would be many people who had made it better than I.

In fact, Phil seemed to be making it better than well.

I was a good student, but never the best of the class, and obviously, it was not possible to rely on me for anything referred to the sport.

I had no particular talent neither in the artistic thing nor in the musical thing.

Nobody gave to me a trophy for reading books and after eighteen years of mediocrity ever, I was more that accustomed to being a mediocrity.

I realized in this moment that it was doing a lot of time that I had never resigned to shining in anything.

I was doing the better thing that could with what had, but without to never stop fitting completely in my own world.

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