Autumn came back. Cold begins to take advantage from the tiring hot and sunny weather. The clouds came back. Especially the melancholy and solitude that those seasons give.
I am bored of life and bored of seeing injustice hitting me. Bored of seeing other people who even deserve to die in this world, do things i would like to do...
But something's clear: life's a boring cyrcle.
Nothing changes, except when you make your dreams true.