For me. Not a reply. Not for your scrutiny, and Certainly not about you.

I am disgustingly angry at EVERYONE, and EVERYTHING at the moment. Get off my back. I have no idea what i want from anyone, and i certainly know now... not to expect anything grand. what happened to humility, honesty and respect. I miss the day when nice gestures where unprovoked and genuine I think we are all im for a very harsh winter...
Sir Edward John Poynter — Cave of the Storm Nymphs, The Storm on the Lake of Galilee by Rembrandt van Rijn