My mind is corrupt. I take absolutely innocent things through the prism of knowledge, which makes them unbearably filthy.
I am not sick. I am infected.
I can only produce hatred and other negative. And therefore can not be happy.
Nothing, even illuminating dream throughout my life will not be able to change this.
This winter begs to become last. All of it is praying for this. Unfortunately, I am powerless to grant her request.
Also, I've not slept at night, so now I'm falls from my legs.
Шурф, I would not subscribe to a person with such a lousy nickname.
And this post is written in poor English, in order to not sound too arrogant. Woo Hoo!