[340x500]
В колонках играет - Cradle of Filth
Настроение сейчас - философское

I'm alone. I'm annoyed. I'm tired. I'm used. What did I expect? Who I wanted to respect me? Is there any sense to live? and...is the sense to die?
I'm neither alive nor dead. I'm empty...but why i can not be completely full? Emptiness is lonliness...correct, I'm alone now. Lonliness is cleanliness...right, I'm clean, 'cause I don't obey any will...but my own one. Clenliness is godliness...then god is empty just like me. So, if we are equal, I'd better obey myself. And is lonliness worse then complete dependence? It's a question to be asked. To be or not to be?