It is all better, than I thought. I think I am going to fuck everybody without any emotion, drink alcohol and smoke more, more and more from now and so on. There are no limits now. And I do not feel myself like I am a moron. Not really. And I can not understand what had happened, was it a joke or something like that? It seems that it was just a game of mine. I should not have done it, but there are no regrets. I have no expectations now, and it is sad. Unfortunately, I can not understand what the fuck is going on with me. I should drink more than 1 bottle of whiskey.
Такие хуёвые цвета, ну да Бог с ними. Зато картинка правдива.
Хотя, какие нахуй " но гуд таймс?" Всё ж заебись! О блять. Веселье только начинается.