I believe in something more. I am so damn down, because I know that we can have it all. Not just for 48 hours, or for the half-an-hour before your dreams turn from reality to a hallucination, but for the long haul.

And I may not always believe in the right things, I may not believe in God, but I believe in karma. Something has to come around. Perhaps that's why when bad things happen to other people, I feel happy, because, for that instant, I'm not the only one clogging up the eternal sewerage pipe.

And I am not a superhero. Wonderwoman is flying right out of my arse, in this rather attractive knickers bought as a show of female solidarity and love, but I am not a superhero. But I want to be. I want to save the world, feel others' awe seep through their pores, believe in a power that is more than Science. Once again.

I decided I had to move on with my life, and it scares the heck of me. What's more is I'm trying not to convey my life via profanity, which ain't an easy task, let me assure you.

I believe in something more. In the clear happiness and the blind sex and the contant expenditure of time in exchange for a more important, more real asset. I believe in the real deal, in the long haul, in the fan-freaking-tastic happily ever after, pursuing the end, and then writing successive sequels.

I believe.