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Jun. 22nd, 2008

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Кругом сплошная серость... серые люди... серая жизнь... как все это надоело и самое страшное осознавать, что от места в принципе ничего не зависит... не зависимо в какой ты стране или городе находишься... нет никакого смысла в такой посредственной жизни. Если здесь вдали от родственников и от их пережиточных идей я сама по себе и свободна делать все что захочу. То там все усложнится за счет их упреков, и бесконечных придирок.ладно попозже напишу, Дима пришел...

Jun. 19th, 2008

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whatever....
nothing changed since then) It's time to go home) I don't wanna spend my life for this shit anymore, no opportunities for me no perspectives) that's not a good place for me to live. I feel like I just wasted so much time already, so much of my nerves( This country sucks all beauty and kindness of my soul. It's so hard to stay myself in this stupid environment. I can't stand those people who surround me all the time. I can't grow between this disgusting human beings, I am like a flower that dying without sunlight and water. God... what's going on(( I can't live like this anymore, if I only knew that everything will be alright back there and I would not regret that I finally came back to a place of my numerous dreams. Who will give me an answer... I don't even know what I'm going to do, what am I for, why did I come to this world? I feel like I have to do something very important and big now, but I have no clue what exactly should I do. May be it's just my ambitions, my vanity) who knows... I am just feeling that I am in wrong place doing wrong things, among wrong people... I have no air to breathe

Mar. 14th, 2007

ne znau 4to pisat' budu kartinki vstavlyat'))

Mar. 10th, 2007

Vse nadoelo, ho4u domoi....

Nadoela mne eta 4ertova America....
Powli k 4ertu eti araby so svoim restoranom...
I za4em zdes' jit' i tratit' vremya, mojet menya jdet wast'e i uspeh v Rossii a ya zdes' prozyabayu,,,
I Dima menya ne uderjit