Now that I'm reflecting on my life and life on the whole, as never before, it seems to be made up of disappointments. I must have crossed some transit point which divided my lifelong torture into two unequal portions. The second one is more painfull but less naive. Now everytime I set my mind on doing something tremendously important I realize It's all in vain. But it's better any way. Now I see there's no good building up castles in the air.
Life's being sort of a wash-out for me.
And there's another point. Hatred and malice seem to be floating in the air infecting me with exhaustion and despair. Damn it all. Damn you all.

@музыка: A love ends a suicide - Cold Summer