didnt write a word here about. But it was cool, really.
well, i have an excuse. I told you I killed my camira. So all I have after trip is just memory, emotions, some friends, and the wish to come back.
I definately will, in a month about.
So, reminding my childhood, I drew my story. Please dont judge me too strict, i didnt draw since my childhood, so my skils are on the same level:)
well, till not see someting really optimistic in the nearest future, lets look at the past
directly to my lovely childhood.
reminding it, for some reason i didnt like me in it, although looking this photos i like this small lady. she is cute actualy
hm. why i becomeing like myself just after after time
funny question. or funny answer should be.
я зачем-то вечно предираюсь к своей работе,
отработав здесь всего-то три недели,
постоянно приходя на час позже если не позже
имея довольно лояльный график при желании
и хоть и "претендующее", но вроде нормальное руководство
коллег, которые вполне общительны и приветливы
и т.д.
смысл моих придирок, а?
я вот сейчас в метро читая (по большей части не читая, а ностальгируя конечно) пресс-папку по бразилии поняла, в чем же оно, блядь, дело
полета мне не хватает
глобальности поставленных задач
забываюсь я. или?
so the story is
some time ago ive got a friend (Hi Rich, how the things going on?) who was terrible need to know what russians use in winter as clothes
so i asked some my dear friends to give a SHOW to him
so lets continue the story about a trip called "that fucking live"
oh, how many true in this name
but we wont go fether that, cos who knows who can read this, right?
well, now i just angry and i have no wish to hide that
as ppl, my dear ppl whom i liked, whom i loved, whom i was addicted to fucking me up the whole day long ignoring or killing all my best intentions to them
fuck, where is depression???
no, i just want to blood everything up
Dear D., i want to say u smth, smth very important for me
i need u and i knew that when we met
i need protection, i need the filling of carying about, ur kindess.
ur calling today was like a worm soft blanket and kiss before sleep for a homeless child
thank u for giving, not, GIFTING this filling
what ever will happen i will allways remember about this priceless gift
take care, u my very dear friend