This is the last year in which we can change anything.
Returning to work after a week vacation made me realize that weekly, monthly, annual leave ends on the same crushing as if he were not there. And all that you need to go back when all there like rats fleeing from a sunken ship. I do not know whether it is a kind of self-destruction, reaping the sick pleasure of puffing pig failures or maybe desperation. I will not write about the lack of output because the output is of any situation. You also can not knock this on the fact that there is no place to go. I mean where is well known from a 6, 7 years old. Increasingly
dreams haunt me for the emptiness of life. Not that the well-known state of nirvana, and that devoid of meaning. Moreover, not only dreams, thoughts and stuff like that more definitive or less ... Leaving aside the most important thing I came nowhere where I came and there I found nothing. People once so important to me - not only because of the occupation - poznikali. You can no longer speak of moral principles, or simply those important things like friendship, art, and make something of value. The past year has finally stripped all the illusions and shattered fragments of memory into a fine sand that wind be immediately turned away to the first floor drain so much better with the most knowledge / values \u200b\u200bremained - the stench. I may not so long ago that somehow evaded me, but last year taught me that it is not worth it. So little worth.
And so long hesitate. Well, and money? Money will always be. Increasingly
dreams haunt me for the emptiness of life. That's good. Because this last year, where you can make a difference.
(witch sat on a stone and improved hair. And therefore I am. What to do next - she asked.)
Happy New Year
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