I love it when it turns out and I don't like it when it doesn't work out, but in life, most of the time, not everything is so clear , but I love it when everything is clear and it turns out and I don't like it when it's ambiguous

I strenuously draw disappointing conclusions about the surrounding reality with a tense face, horrified by the decadence of modern culture and nostalgic for the old days. it's fucking crazy to fuss for no reason and create difficult situations out of thin air, because sitting in one place without doing anything sharpens reflection and forces you to look at your psychological problems.

conciseness is no less dangerous than verbosity. a thought compressed like a spring, trapped in words, ready to shoot you in the fucker