The wolf sleeps tonight.

How does it feels becoming 26 y.o., big woof? Are you still in love with those who left you in sake for building their own cosy little ginger houses - work, loving wife, children? Are you still waiting for the miracle, that should appear out of nowhere and deliver you out of your misery? But why does anyone would love the beast who hates himself and can't trust no one? Out of pure compassion? That's pathetic and ya know as clear as I do.