My life, is a mess in a way. Sure, everything is pretty clean in a way, the books are neatly stacked onto the shelves, and the floor is spotless of any filth, since living with a man named Mycroft Holmes can be quite spotless.
But, from that incident that happened years ago, things haven't been normal like regular person I used to be. It was that that caused all of this. And I'm quite thankful of it.
In a couple of minutes, I'm going to be in the surgery room, probably the last place I'll ever be in my whole entire life.
Poor me, I didn't even knew that a year ago.
Dear me, this is how I met the most humane man the world will ever give life to.