Извините что не на русском, но не могу по другому.
People make mistakes, a lot of them. The hard thing is not to make one, but to move on from the point of when you realise that it was a mistake.
I recon that life is just a twisted road, or a better way of describing it is a labyrinth, but with no David Bowie (shame for some). The challenge is to find the right way for you, or at least let it lead you to where you would like to be. It’s confusing and ever changing, with many faces and obstacles. The turns have no signs, it’s not a motorway junction, although you do get stuck quite often. So you make the choice of moving right or left, easy yeah? Not so. Some of these wrong or right answers can haunt you for the rest of your life. The similarities between our lives and the M21 junction is that we are usually too late when we find out that we are in a mess. And the other thing that connects both together is the fact that the time can’t be turned back, let’s say an hour back, or maybe 15 years? Nope no such thing. Side effects are as follows: you may not get £100 pound fine but internal suffering may be felt by the user.
“Oh in a pickle are we madam? Let me help you out, the next time you fall in love and the prince doesn’t get his white horse out of the stable but in stead marries your ugly sister, don’t cry, shout or eat chocolate move on.” Hmm, thanks for the advice? Or not? Not easy, I don’t think that there is anyone who can just say: “I made a massive mistake, oh well it doesn’t matter I feel better now.” We are talking about big mistakes that can turn you 95° left. What do you do? As an individual? Use your imagination. After the problem is realised it’s the same as standing on (again) a free motorway junction , in …India? No green cross code, no rules no instruction included. And there’s you, no one to help you out. No helping hand and no one is stopping to see if you are ok. There’s no mobile phone not even nail clippers (which somehow could have been useful). Back to the subject, do you a) brake down and cry like you are a five year old who lost their favourite toy, or, b) start screaming, as I’m feeling very generous today you can have a third option, c) hold your pretty head up and hitch hike?
I don’t know about anyone else, but I just feel like a fool and one of the main things that keeps going around in my head is: I wish I could turn back time. Reality check: can’t be done. Doesn’t it always feel like the option that you didn’t chose is the better one. And that you are stuck with the crap one? In that case I’m always in crap constantly 24/7 I can’t sleep at night, sometimes, just thinking about the options that I could have had, and how it would have been better if I wasn’t such a stupid arse.
Maybe we can sacrifice time, but I’ll twist around a bit. Don’t turn back the time, turn it forwards you have that option, after all it’s ticking right now. And as it moves forwards and becomes the past after each second you can try to realise that the only helping thing is not chocolate pudding and Jerry Springer but future. That one second smile is such a gift.
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Игра была классная, так как я люблю, весело и не легко, как надо! Но потом случилось не предсказуймое-я "от биваю" мячик/шайбу/пластикаваю круглую фигню (называйте как хотите) и меня не чайно побили по пальцу этим опасным предметом (палка!!) Кровь течёт и я про себя думаю (только не маникюр!!! Вчера только зделала!!!!) В конце всё было нармально-маникюр и я выжили, но пальчик крассный, с надрезами! Стресс тоже был даволен! 
Вот про это мы щас тоже учим.
но потом Новый Год!!! Ура!!!!
После не очень счастливого подъёма я решила что идти в школу нету смысла. Всё таки уже пятница и уроки не очень важные. Но подумав ещё не множко я поднела уже выспавшуюсь жопу с кравати и пришла к выводу что к физре теореме (2ой урок) я приду. И после кружки каппучино я уже была готова к бою!
Бееее не люблю я выберать в такой ситуации.
