There has come spring. My favourite season. When warmly in the street at once on soul to become slightly more warmly. Everyone kind and happy. Sometimes so it is pleasant to see someone's smile in reply to the smile. Hearts of people thaw together with last snow. People love. People are happy. And I am happy, that I see their such.

- I do not love you, - these words have pierced heart, turning out sharp edges of an interior, transforming them in forcemeat.
- I do not love you, - the simple six syllables, only twelve letters which kill us.
- I do not love you, - there is nothing more terribly when they are said by the favourite person. For the sake of what you live for the sake of which you do everyone for the sake of which it is capable even to die.
- I do not love you, - in opinion of darkens. First peripheral sight is disconnected: dark veil shrouds all around, leaving small space. Then flickering, poured grey points close and the remained site. Darkly completely. You feel only the tears, a terrible pain in a breast, compressing lungs. You squeezes and you try to borrow as small as possible places in this world, to be covered from these words.
- I do not love you, - your wings which closed you and favourite in difficult minute, start to be showered by already turned yellow feathers, as if November trees under an impulse of an autumn wind. The penetrating cold passes through a body, freezing soul. Two shoots covered by an easy down already stick out of a back only, but also it withers from words.
- I do not love you, - letters a squealing saw stick into the rests of wings.
Blood flows down on a back, washing off feathers.
- I do not love you, - wings are not present more. Pains already are not present also a word have remained only words. A set of sounds which any more do not cause sufferings, do not leave even traces.
Wounds were tightened. Time treats …
Time treats even the most terrible wounds. All passes, even long winter. The spring all equally will come, kindling an ice in a soul. You embrace the favourite, most dear person, and snow-white wings clasp it. Wings always grow.
- I love you ...

Often I see, what people do not understand another's happiness
That they are irritated with pairs showering each other with kisses
Passing by, they throw malicious sights, venomous and vile words
Really so hard simply to be glad for others?
They remind animals
They do not recognize it, consider simply as any crime are irritated, complain what at them not so well unless the happiness can be defective for someone?
It strange
Would be desirable to turn and tell simply:
" Pass by and forgive to us our happiness... "

At me it is a lot of friends, but I often feel that i'm lonely. During such moments I look out of the window. I often deliberate above meaning of the life. I constantly think of that, what for I am born. Sometimes it seems to me, that I am engaged at all in what wanted. During such moments I would like to be shot or it will be thrown out from a window because I realize that has lived a life, being engaged not by that is pleasant to me and that impose to me.
In present time it is a lot of the factors influencing the person. This TV, a fashion and all rest. I call for that all were oneself, did not copy each other and did not pursue a fashion. It is completely not interesting and not beautiful.

i don't realize that today, is already the 24. the day that we are supposed to be happy, to have a party, to have fun.

i'm actually in front of my computer, for the first christmas ever.

my parents just left, they said they wanted to have fun tonight. Does that means both of me and my sister aren't fun?

outside, there's no snow. in my house, there's no christmas decorations for the first time. and we don't have any presents, apparently, we got enough lately. what is christmas? what is family? it used to be fun, and magical.

i don't understand.

i'm sad right now, and i decided to post that ridiculous bulletin. i don't believe anymore in christmas, or neither in my family.

the end, now i'll try to think of something else.

Sex: male
Age: 16
Location: in your closet, Canada

My name is Alexander.
I am bisexual
Like a lot of people the music is a part of my life.
I'm going to do what I have to do, I don't care of what you could think.
I'm not the kind of person who post nude pictures to have more friends.
I only want to be myself.
I love to laugh a lot.
My friends are so hot.
I want to live in L.A.
Sometimes I'm really crazy.
I want to go in California.
My life isn't better than your life just cause I get more friends/comments.
I don't care if you hate me, but If you hate me I'll hate you, great deal!
Don't play with me, I'm not a toy; I have emotions like everyone.
Life is short, too short to hide yourself.
THEY ARE FAKES OF ME ON MSN, MYSPACE, VAMPIREFREAKS, AND OTHER SHITS. BE CAREFUL CAUSE I'M THE ONLY ONE HAHA
if i don't get back to you i am really sorry its just i am over flowing right now and i am getting the ones i see first so! please don't take it wrong..

Likes:

music
boys♥♥
girls♥
make-up♥
taking paking pics
Dislikes:

straight edge
rudeness
fakers
smokers
preps
rap
Favorite Music:

techno
emo
screamo
punk

I have learned that on this site many my fans and have decided to get here the diary. The English-Russian dictionary was necessary for me to create it, but I have consulted. I shall wait for your comments! I shall be very glad to all!

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