We have New Year celebrations right now: guys playing guitars (too loud, I’d say – maybe ’cause combo was set right behind my section?), girls dancing, bosses transforming to normal people… To make long story short, normal corporate celebration. They all good, my colleagues, good and fun. And I really like them, but, as one clever man said, the history usually repeats: the situation I had in schools, university, at home now seems rather the same as those ones. Maybe the case is me myself, but people pay me their interest only at the first acknowledgment and then pretty soon loose it. Fuck. I have a depression because of it and no one can help be except myself. Yeah, I understand that tomorrow, or the latest, the day after tomorrow I’ll think that all these ideas are the fucking shit I put in my head for no reason. But why, say me why this mierdo repeats in such a continuous way??

I think I need a rest. In a grave. Just a joke. Ha-ha. But I really need “some time to clear my head” (as Papa Roach sing). Need to move far away from this fucking computer, from this fucking work, from this fucking people, from this fucking life. I want to snowboard, to play my electric guitar in such a way that my neighbors are to call milice. Well, let it. Fuck it. Forget it.