Some things make me feel fucking happy...
People like me never die. They just suffer and suffer and suffer. And use prozac and their relatives and their friends and excel. Love is a miracle. Than why do I disgust people? You keep warming my stupid heart and it's a straight way to infarction. Do you ever have a feeling that you are a result of somebody's sick imagination? And that all your efforts are worth nothing? And that in every moment you may disappear from this fucking world? Or on the contrary it was you who created the whole world. Or somebody is still trying to tell you something but you refuse to listen. So, I don't love you all, I'm just using you to feel miserable.