Πάντως δεν είναι καλά το κοριτσάκι........κρίμα
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It is my last post, in 2 hours I will die, I advise you not to read this text and however....
I read up Dostoyevsky a "Crime and punishment ", I drink red wine though I hate it, but finally I will drink. All that could I made, another can't be any more, I wanted to write the book, but I couldn't, 4 chapters my heads a limit, but maybe weren't necessary, I only the artist can be and not recognized as you. I lie not on my bed, in the rental room, the neigbour obviously dislikes me, but soon to it it will be good as I will leave from her life and lives of all of whom I know, and she for certain will think that I moved down and will be delighted to this event, but new people will come around, to be exact the victims of this shrew and will become still. Here I dismiss the bad ideas and I leave is pure, on the street the summer or not summer i don't know exactly , but on the street warmly. Around all walk, generally busy, something anxious what all of them strange, after all life is so simple. More anybody will never write to me and won't call, more at me will never be friends. But from all these thoughts to me it isn't lonely at all, but I don't consider that the word "alone" has what - that bad value, as a last resort, not for me. The loneliness sometimes the best that can be.
In the sky - the plane, it reserves a white loop, most of all I would like to sit in this plane and to fly probably all life. Only present as it nobly, to die of falling from the plane somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, especially in 48 years, but no, it too long.
Know I I thought here, and after all the time machine it exists, it is only possible to be transferred to the past as the future is too unpredictable and I can and I want to teach you to use it, simply listen. You lay down, you turn on the music, it is desirable when you very tired and simply you include a time machine, it in your head and it really exists, But be careful in experiments with this Car.... it is possible to go crazy, and not to return to the future. To remain in these moments to which you came back, forever...
I won't be more about it and the friend to speak, and you will consider that that I have a bad mood that isn't the truth, and that I the madwoman. Actually now I in great mood because now, literally in two hours, 24 minutes well and for certain 100 seconds, I will leave there where long ago dreamed and spoke to all, I will go to paradise, but I will watch you from there though you and were never my friends, and however when I had them? And whether I need them? Of course not, because I to myself the friend and at me am many friends in me one in different embodiments my God that I write Ihihihihi became ridiculous, well that you believed me that I really am now happy.
And still this picture which you now see, is the last which I draw, I won't paint sense this picture, but I think that you will understand me that I want to tell these and if isn't present, and it isn't necessary... To wait for 27 it too long if the sense isn't present more... I don't delete a page on Facebook as wanted all. to write it