As much as i hate to admit it, but i'm still human. And even, if i wish for a death, for some people, i still think, that there's some room for "good stuff" in my being. Too bad i've learned that just now, but, i guess, it's better now, than never. Especially it's good to realise, that not every people around me is worthy of spending these "good things". I think, i can't just be an asshole, that lives in his own shell, shielding himself from reality. And reality for me, is a world of indifference, where such things as "good" and "bad" is just words, that we use to describe some stuff as "good" and other stuff, as "bad". The thing is, that everybody are naming different things. Wich is leading me to concusion, that world itself is colorless. Ofcourse, by "colors" i mean "essense of things". Think of it - we give our opinion about things around us, giving some sense to these things, but each person sees things differently. It's about two guys seeng each thing differently - one guy thinks, that this thing is "good", other one things otherwise. For one guy, the thing has white color (for instance), but for another guy it's black. But in reality, everything is gray... I guess, we never can find an agreement, about certain amount of terms, things and subjects. And this divided state of our existance, is something that will be our end in future, and perhaps not so distant. By this point, if you still reading this poorly written crap, you probaply asking yourself, what it has to do with "Spring, summer or the guy, who wrote this"? Well, i dunno. Perhaps this is what they call, "Spring time", when all of our mental disfunctions is getting worse from time to time. Everything blooming and growing, and so does our insanity. This is my sickness. I'll change my mind very soon, i can guarantee that. But not at this moment, not this day...