Это свалка моих мыслей и желаний, не судите и не судимы будите!

How insignificant we are in this universe. We try to do something, to achieve something, to go down in history. Stupid and pointless. You will die and be forgotten like everyone else, and when that happens there will be no one left, and there will be no reason to remember.

It's already the second day without cigarettes, still no desire to smoke. It seems the experiment is going well

Even though the bad streak ends and the good streak begins, my headache is no less... Someone please stop this planet I can't do this anymore... I would like to become an inventor I wanted to invent new things why should I work hard just to survive?

Drifting in the abyss of failure, slightly rotting from hopelessness.. I hate....

Блять за что мне это! Это не жизнь, это черная полоса, если где то там существует карма, то она явно на мне отыгрывается.... Зубы чини, машину чини.... Денег как не было, а ещё жить месяц.... За что мне это всё, что я сделал не так в прошлом... Не хочу этого ада больше!

Have you ever had a feeling of restlessness in your soul, from the hopelessness of your fate? Loneliness sometimes kills, and when you try to change something, nothing works. This is exactly the feeling I have.

I know that no one will read this anyway, so if you do see it, read at your own risk.

#forall

I started noticing some interesting things here, have you ever shown love to your own body? Not in some vulgar sense, but in the sense that you realized that your body is not you at all. But it's part of you...

Oh those moments of weakness... Every day, thinking that we are inexorably moving towards the abyss, it fascinates and reproachfully pokes us in the back that sooner or later everything will end...

I wonder how long you can live without sleeping, after five days hallucinations and paranoia began, I decided not to continue.

If you had a choice to die sweetly or go into oblivion and start all over again, what would you choose? Condition: The time spent earlier cannot be returned, and when you try to start over again, you have a reserve from the rest of your life. What will you choose?

Briefly about the continuation of the development of the mechanical fox, insulation and a thermoregulation system are being developed, as well as what is shown in the photo, replacement of the hand with fingers and connection to a mechanical drive.

The lot of geniuses is to be lonely, and in even attempts to find meaning, to be still in oblivion.

I hate winter... Although if i look at it this way, summer too... Can I have eternal spring in solitary confinement?

What are you staring at?

And here it is a clear sky above your head, it seems that not everything is so lost in this life. #Природа #nature #Wrocław

day 8477, the curse is progressing, now it can harm others, it's time to leave society. Previously, I could only notice the destruction of things from my touch.

the curse progresses, Now I destroy everything what i touch.