At last the rain.

And also with the rain came other stuff. Strange that a friend of mine is telling me that his state of mind it's not the ideal. Mine neither. After a week of normality, as Mona Montrois said: "Oh God, here it comes. The internal struggle, the orgy of Doom". And why why why I ask. If everything was going so well. Then it comes all the anxiety, the anger, the sadness and confusion, the doubt, the guilt. And then, it's like if I was hit by a truck or something. Try to rescue me. And try to figure out me.

And then again, it comes and goes, and incoherence flows.