so...

why are memories of some things are better than those things really were? Or at the exact moment people can't see their happiness? Maybe they need some time to evaluate it? To compare it with all the crap that happens to them? Do people live at all? Or the only thing they are doing is analyzing everything? Or possibly it is the only thing that I'm doing. Living-existence-living-existence. Choose one.

snow. snow + rain. snow+rain+cold. In april. Really?

i don't want to be cruel. but i can. i can be very cruel. sad

if you have nothing to loose is the risk valuable?

despair. nothing sticks. indifference. do people see only things they want to see? is it possible to live in a dead house? surrounded by dead needless things?

i don't feel anything. is it possible?