In Fire We Trust

The day was just fucked. In the interest of truth the day was almost perfect. НI found a new author for the blog. Who said that in one blog should only one man write. The work was quite calm todat. i.e. There was not much to do, and it was not pressing to be done. The food at lunch was good. I am not sick (yupiiii). Some of my personal projects start to gain final shape. But the day was prety fucked up. And know because of wha … because of the last 30 min. I was sitting on my chair, finishing the daily tasks, and what … my girlfriend comes on ICQ. She was not good, she was in depresion. So what to do, tried to start some talk, but … no luck. Just like a wall. And in the end what … i was guilty for not being there when she most needed me. What the fuck should i do … shit happens. Yeah i know … she’ll read this, she’ll argue with me, but in the moment this is my topic … it brags me, it eats me from the inside. It’s like … i don’t know what … so here it is laying on the page with litlres. For all the depressed people around the world: it does not pay to be depressed, it is dumb and leads to nothing valuable. For the others: guys … where the fuck is the frackin’ party … i wanna go