If I marry my wedding will be unusual. Probably even mad.

Good folks

The summary. It's about my diary.

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Sometimes I feel myself very small.

I don't love moaning and long vast pretty speeches about nothing.
Simply I strong.  I can formulate the thoughts accurately.
I'm not afraid of myself. I'm not afraid of other people.
I strong enough to say truth.

These people who copy my ideas, my style, my interests, my hobbies, my words and my works, they steal my life from me.
Because of it I feel nasty.

I'm the one who makes mistakes
I'm the one who can't say sorry
I get bored far too easily and
I watch TV cos I'm lazy

I'm the one who says goodbye
I'm the one who doesn't have the time
I get bored far too easily and
I watch TV cos I'm lazy

I want to be the one
Who can dance without
Getting drunk
I get bored far too easily and
I keep repeating the same things

I'm the one who knows the truth
I'm the one who pulls the noose
I give up far too easily and
This just keeps on happening

I'm the one who's always right
I'm the one who can't swallow my pride
We argue about the same things
We disagree on everything

I've felt this way for a while and
I've seen your face when you smile
I've noticed the way you say "I love you"
We never dance the way we used to

 To change something - is a bad sign. Not wash a head before examination or not cut hair during pregnancy.
Bosh. But I concern signs cautiously.I have got tired to write in English,
but I am afraid to change something now in my life. And I move by inertia.
 

I have a lot of work.
The heads have left in business trip, but manage to fuck my brain on distance.
Monstrous sensations.

If you don't have plans for Thursday's evening come in Zoccolo club.
"She's a Friend" will play there.

My new home - my inspiration. And you - my inspiration too.
I want to draw. I want to look at that as you play.
If you know, how long I waited that  there will be such person in my life.
And you were nearby all this time .

I have made keys duplicates from the house and from my heart. Last - for you.

Unique music which I have on the computer at work it`s Good Shoes.
For days on end I listen these songs. My head is already ready to blow up.

Good news!
I have a small house now. My and yours. And we will soon live in it together.
And you will not be upset because of fools which write you any delirium from my vkontakte`s profile .
Because I will be near. You'll know all that I feel to you,
without doubts.

When I'm on high emotional rise any small trouble drives me in terrible depression.

I love this city for that that such weather in January here not a rarity.

Interestingly of what you think when read my diary?

We are familiar more than three years.
I have already tested to you the most part of feelings and emotions on which I am capable in general.
And it so is cute that we together. I remember as raged two years ago because of your girls.
When I was free you has someone, and when you were free I were with someone.
You remember as we kissed in Fidel? It is so much emotions!
But now all this unnecessary peel is not so important.
Important that big and light that remains.
So it is cute.
If you knew!

Events develop so promptly. We waited this room almost month and here today we already search for new variants.

home-party was great. thanks guys

The love is born from nothing. From an instant. From colour. From casual sight. From a photo.
From click by fingers. From an exhalation. From a touch of cold fingers. From a touch of hot fingers.
From a dream. From a glass of whisky. From noisy evening in a bar, filled with people and loneliness.
When light falls on your hair and you repeat song words.
And your thin dry lips are so good that I would like become your cat
that sleep at your feet at night.
 

I have got tired to explain myself to another. I am a moment. I live an instant.
I don't remember the past and I don't know the future.
You ask from me too much.

To tell you about myself, I need to learn myself at first.
 

Love me. Cause I hate U.
Yours, Sasa.

Recently I went along the street and saw the young man, he had the crushed curls,
beaten by life boots and old pentax in hands. And one million more light years of loneliness in eyes.
And I would like to tell to him: "Spend with me a life or at least today! Love me all life or one instant!"
I would like to close his eyes palms and present to him the new world.

When I see people similar to myself, I sick that I can't help to them.

This is the sexual song.
And I'm sexual.

"Outside, Inside,
This is the moon without a tide,
We'll build a fire in your eyes,
We'll build a fire when the cover's getting brighter,
Cold desire makes the moon without a tide

Tell me what you saw,
I'll tell you what to..."