Well, here i am writing some shits again. Dunno why I’m here, but i saw my friend Mad’ also completing his blog, from time to time so i decided to take a run once more.
Being a blog, i need to say some stuffs about me, now-days. I’m freaking tired and stressed cause of job. Fucking killing my life and bit by bit killing my passion of living. I miss old time, previous companies i have worked in (not all though), some of old work mates…and especially my god damn life i used to have.
What i get now ? More money ? It’s freaking nothing. Money are nothing now-days. Your life, social life, it is. Don’t everyone wanna have a stable relation, don’t everyone wants to have more then just “sleep-work-sleep” and sometimes i can add between those “getting drunk”. I used to go forward for money, for earning myself a better life. Ehhh…you can say those are foolish things. I was thinking, hell…how are you feeling the one who, dunno, you might read this blog entry. I’d love to see what you have to comment about this 
Also, i stared drinking a fucking lot ffs. It’s not damn good, but i can say that in my mind might be something that takes me away from the daily routine, just that this became a routine god dammit.
I’ll add a piece of poetry, belonging to one of our greatest writers, G. Cosbuc. (Here’s the full version)
Death, even for a godlike scion,
Is a hard law, as hard as iron!
It is all one to breathe one’s last
A lad or an old man bypast,
But not the same to die a lion
Or a poor dog chained fast
Post from the old blog
