Every day I ask myself:"What the hell am I still living for?" I ask it just to know what the reason is of my wakings up every day, I usually ask it n the evening and I can't find the answer, I cry and sit thinking about this fucking problem, the problem of what I should do now. But the next day I forget about it, forget about my evenings' thoughts, I don't know why, either I want sleep, or I hope that the evening when I ask this question myself will never come again.