Not much to value this days. I'm sick from everything. Even the sun don't make me feel happy anymore. Every fucking thing make me angry, am I damned? Or is the world? How can I be so cold in such warm days? Maybe is the "persistence" of the lost, maybe is just one more fucking tear about the shitty emptiness or loneliness, I do not know what but it is just killing me. All the way - and every day. Every damned day from my damned existence! Do you know that I've broke my leg 2 months ago? Yes, it was bad. But the fact that I've got no help from my best friend in that period of time? The fact that I was left near to crash my self in "sucide" game?!? Do I need to be happy from this? I've got only SHITS from every fucking SHITTY man on this world. The fucking best friend leaved me alone, yeah, nice timing - right when I needed him most. When I were fucking yearning for friendship ... and fucking get nothing. This is my life. Empty and cold. Dark and damned. And you think I've never tryed to make things back again? I do but no one hear me. And "Do you hear me when I cry? - No, you don't!" - Such a good lyrics from Darkseed! Or "I'm taking a ride with my best friend, I hope he never let me down again!" - again, the best lyrics. Life is just killing me ... and YEAH, I'M SAD! NOW BE HAPPY!