Спасибо Бри, которая читает мой бред даже на английском Просто в настреоние, просто зима, просто life was good enough until it wasn't (c) Pushing Daisies.
Вообще-то я не пишу на английском и сомневаюсь, что я это допишу....Sometimes I feel like I’m standing near the big scary wall and no one can help me. I could cry out my voice, I could run like hell but the wall’s going to be there anyway. I’m standing near, praying for solitude and space and nothing happens. Just nothing. And I’m still trying to ruin it. I know that I can’t but still… There’s something wrong in all this story but I just can’t help myself. I’ve known for a long time that I can make everything easier but I can’t even breathe for myself anymore. One day my life just changed. It was good until it wasn’t. Or it was never good and I just thought it was. I can’t think about it cause it’s scares me to death. I lived my life thinking it was good and calm and rich and one day I saw a picture on the wall that made my heart to spare a bit. And I cried. For real. For a first time in my goddamn life.