Everything seems to be not bad around me, but still I can't make ends meet. There is always smth that either irritates me or makes me feel depressed. Yes, That's probably the word of this looong period of my life-"DEPRESSION". It's already a part of me, my soul. I am totally used to it. I just do not want to exist any more. Can't find any sense in my life. That's awful, but still that's the very way things are. I must thank God for what I've got now. Thank you. It's just perfect.