Complete Inhuman I know, I can never explain my feelings like Goethe. I also know my freak sentences can't do anything but bore people. Do I want to be understood? Well this is another theme. The mood which I am in it now is so sad and so complicated that my words can't cohere. If I could write exactly what I feel, I would be a very famous author. But I can't. It means that I will never be an author. Hmm... It doesn't make me sad 'cause I'm used not to be good at anything. I have to do something for this, yet I'm too lazy... When people say that they love me (rare), I actually don't believe them. Come on! I have nothing to be loved. So my friends, thanks for reading my note... Peace,Love,Empathy...