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Here I am, sitting in front of computer screen. Everyone is going slightly mad, because "OH MY GOD WE ARE SO IN A HURRY, HURRY UP YOU LAZY" etc.
Excuse moi, I thought that we are leaving at twelve o'clock, and time is like half past nine.

I should put my make up on. And I should do something, but yeah, I'm not a person, who must please other people. When I do something, I never do it right, so why should I bother them and fail more? They told me, go and take some branches from the rowan, and well, I took some short ones, and then I come back and everybody is like "NO NO NO, MUCH LONGER WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT." Well sorry.

I have a imagination's block and a writer's block. I have nothing to write.
And yesterday, I ran into a woman, that I've known a long time. She used to tell stories in the library, when I was like 4-6 years old, and every saturday I went there. And then she and one artist had a class for visual arts and writing. And well, this woman is the first one, that ever said, that I'm gonna be a writer. So it was nice to ran into her. We didn't talk for long, but she asked, have I written a lot and etc.

So, tomorrow or monday I'll put my writings here. Wish me luck, I don't wanna die there.

~Misto