I can not throw out those cursed words.
I feel... the endless in my heart. There is not border of sadness.
I feel myself so badly. Why?
I don't want to think about those words.
Oh, God... help me...
Rage can not to bear it any more...
It's frostily to me.
Rage.
I would give everything for a simple words
"I miss you!"
I didn't know how I love the rain
Here is gray fog in my city
It's the color of your eyes, color of your hair ...
And your gray name is ... Rain.
Experiment with my hair.
I love these things!
delicate little flower like a naive child
Golden autumn!!!!
Calmness... Silence... I Love those colors!
Rage.
I understood how it's curst unpleasantly
to take flowers from unloved man.
I want that only ONE MAN love me.
I hate all!
Job. Studing. Friends. Alcohol. Routine.
Rage
