I haven't much to say. I feel a little bit empty. I can't remember when was the last time that I felt excited about something. ''okay'' is not a feeling. It is nothing actually. I don't like nothing. It's a combination of white and black, grey. My grey days. A new life is in front of me, smiling in a cute way. But I'm not excited. I'm okay. And nothing is okay. I wish I could turn those grey days into great ones. I wish the world would be less complicated, less painful and more optimistic, more colourful.