I've got insatiable passion to cenvenience;
suffering from envy is daily to me.
Anything I buy is just like a stupefaction;
sunny morning but turbulent night.
I know that I've got sufficiently everything,
but nothing seems to please me.
Happiness in my life comes from the fact
that somewhere life seems to be even more tragic...
I've got Western Disease - I am emotionally dead
...maybe I should buy a cat...