If the dreams were real, but it seems not for me, unfortunately, soothing tea ends, and the pills no longer help.

I live for nothing, I try to do something unusual, but it makes no sense, I try to forget but I can’t.

I am healthy, but not mentally, I have seen many things in my life, and sometimes I want to ask myself: Where is the end?

But there is no end, nightmares, life problems, fucking people from whom I started to have problems, and this is only the beginning.

I give up? Absolutely not.

I live in order to live, why should I try to end my life, if this makes no sense, death doesn’t solve anything, but only adds problems, not for me, but for others.

If I could only get to the Czech Republic, or Switzerland, at least to the USA or England, I would be very happy, but unfortunately, these are only dreams, dreams that will never exist.

Zero Ёж.