unnamed-longing

I give up... Photography will never become for me anything more than just an expensive hobby. For people among which I was born and growning up all things that don't give profits are senseless. All I've ever done is senseless. Nothing I've ever done was enough good, enough important, enough worth to be noticeable. And nothing ever will be. I've always wanted only things I cannot have. I will finish my studies enjoying them still less and less, realizing that they won't find any use in my further life. I will live in some city I won't like and have a job which I'll have enough. I will bear tree children for a man, who sitting and wat

... because I can't... becaouse I don't want.... because I don't know... because nobody care... becaouse people are stubborn... because people are malicious... because people don't listen what is told to them... because life has no universal sense... becuse I've never been... because I've never had... because I never will... because finally I always give up... .... Good night and good luck...

A moth commited a suicide in my cup of tea.