game

oh, i forgot to say that grey days usually hurt. they hurt when you know. or when you think you know. and i hate it when i think i know, cos i actually have no idea. no idea at all. oh well, it hurts when i think i have no idea at all too. it hurts when i write. like right now. when i know it’s grey but i think it’s actually sunny. tooooo weird... there’s a big big world, that’s the problem. and it hurts to write. have i already said that? yeah, i guess i have... but it hurts not to write too. it hurts to be written. and of course it hurts not to be written too. the game is quite simple.

just figure out the conclusion. it's easy.