That's my merry thought for this 2016 Xmas, from the bottom of my heart: FUCK - YOU - ALL. AND - FUCK - EVERYTHING. Fuck this way of living, with its struggles and its daily tribulations. Fuck regrets, fuck disillusions, fuck past-time hells which look like paradises and fuck this present with no future to foresee. Fuck the lack of art of these times, fuck the common tastes, always the same, always stamped on the same level from day to day. Fuck this loneliness, the real and the digital one either. Fuck fandoms, haters, messages that won't get no reply, bad manners disguised as distractions or misunderstandings, bidimensional blogs with narrow-minded points of view who can't tolerate going off topics. Fuck people who think they're gods on earth, too important to consider you as a human being worth of a gentle word; people who feel it's their right... no, who feel the urge to treat you like shit. Fuck this world which seems so connected, so fast-paced, so friendly and easy to reach from one corner to another and instead is just indifferent to little common problems as well as bigger global issues, too big to travel compared to the even-higher speed of web data we share everyday and to the way we seclude ourselves in our inner enclosures. Fuck this shitty year...and also fuck the next one in advance - could ever be worst than the previous, you can't never say. Fuck you who are reading these lines. And also me who wrote this grumpy post. If I could climb the top of a mountain I'd scream it loud from up there: FUCK EVERYONE, FUCK EVERYTHING. I'm fucking outta here - CRRASSHHH! (sound of a "smartphone drop") (Aaaahh... I'm feeling WAAAY better. If you somehow agree, reblog with no shame. You'll feel lifted too.)