I hate this situation. There is so much stress in my life now. I hate the phone. I hate those, who were very close to me even a second ago. I hate myself sometimes. And the reason is my fucking auwful brain.

Sometimes I don't understand what I've said. that's the reason of every my mistake.

FUCK... I hate it... Really hate...
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And there is an interesting poem in my diary today.
I sometimes write them out, when I like it.
Russian writers were great persons.

"Пусть я буду любить другую,
Но и с нею, с любимой, с другой,
Расскажу про тебя, дорогую,
Что когда-то я звал дорогой."

Сергей Есенин