I wish I knew why it feels bad sometimes. May be it is the autumn, dark mornings, the dried leafs, icy wind and almost empty streets. Or may be I am missing my own city.
At times my life is full of contradictions. I'd love to have free time but then I will be thinking how to use it. I'd be thinking of winters all the time but then I will be thinking of bone chilled cold. I'd love to take responsibilities but then I'd like to be dependent as well. Sometimes I have this urge to leave all this behind and go somewhere but then I think acquaintances are nice.