There's a voice shouting inside my head.

When you feel like there's no point in being nice to the world.
When you feel like the whole world wants to place the blame on you.
When you feel like you're the one stuck in the middle in all the madness going on.
When you feel like the one person who knows you doesn't know you at all.
When you feel like you have done your best when people say it's good but it's not good enough for some others.
When you feel like you want to take the bus ride home alone.
When you feel like you're up for songs that leave you with a pang of sadness.
When you feel like you're cold like the weather.
When you feel like you're putting up a facade after a night spent to come up with logic only to end up with tears.
When you feel like you have to deal with questions that you wished you had the answers to.

When you know this entry isn't what it seems. You think it's the same old thing, but heck no. It's different.


Subway cookies. The thing that keeps me warm. My affirmation, my direction, my condition, my solution. The way back everytime.


P/S: Hleb is Russian for bread. I'm going to make him the ambassador of Rotiman Bakery.
P/P/S: No wonder you're always hungry.