Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I had an interview with Igor Miroshnychenko, the one I had been in love with for 4 years! He's SO COOL, I'VE NEVER TALKD TO A PERSON LIKE HIM!!!!! We talked for some time, then I asked him a few questions. It was so interesting to him, I think I could do this for ages! He's the most interesting person I've ever met.
Talking about gothic, politics, piercing, music, travelling, driving.... I wish this happened on more time.. Even more than once. His wife is happy to have him as a husband....
I'm going to meet him when I'll pass him the Sacratum magazine with his interview... I wonder what will happen then...
And...saying "goodbye" to me he touched my hand!!!! The magazine I had with me will be sacred for me forever - he held it in his hands!!!!!!!
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I've got new contacts, they're bright green!!
Fisrtly I wanted cat ones, but my doctor said they're uncomfortable as I would have to look into a small hole, and this would be almost impossible when it is dark, so that I'd be nearly blind. So I chose these ones.
Today I'm having an interview with Igor Miroshnychenko, the newsreader I was dreaming of for 4 years...lol, this was my dream then and I never thought it will ever come true. Now it's just a part of my work. I wonder if he gets scared of my gothic look...and if he recognises me. But nevertheless I'm worrying... So wish me good luck!
The German guy I met online is taking over me, I even had a dream about him this night - it was in English. I'm not in love, but he is my meaning... Yesterday I told him I missed him while he was offline. He asked me not to get addictd to him. I didn't say I already am despite I wanted to. This would be too much for his understanding. I don't want to lose it.
Kaori, now I'm just like you - pictures of some people are the essential part of your life. I also stare at his pic imagining him being with me, here, wherever I am. I talk to the pic, I realise he'll never understand me. A perfect one...
I decided to email him a short video with myself, made by a mobile. Is this a good idea? I'm so much afraid of losing him...
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Кто из нас не просыпался порой до рассвета после сна без сновидений, столь сладкого, что нам становился почти желанным вечный сон смерти, или после ночи ужаса и извращенной радости,когда в клетках мозга возникают видения страшнее самой действительности, живые и яркие, как всякая фантастика, исполненные той властной силы, которая делает таким живучим готическое искусство, как будто созданное для тех, кто болен мечтательностью?
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Online life is taking over me, it has replaced my real one. No one disturbs my real-life friends anymore, at last they can be free, without me calling every day just to hear them...
You're online too. That's why I'm writing in English, not just because it's easier for me to express my thoughts that way...
I realise I'm just a name in your contact list, not more. No one takes online talks as seriously as I do. But you're the meaning of my life, each day of it means just to waste time until you come online...
I've never had anything like that, especially to someone I have just talked with several times...
My friends say I'm in love. IT ISN'T TRUE!!!!I'm not as love doesn't exist for me anymore as a part of reality! it's only in my fuckin dreams and everyone knows who it belongs to.
So what is it? Just a stupid search of the feeling of being loved and significant? Or tha desire to fuck of the real life?
Everything disappears when I talk to you. Even my tears don't hurt so badly. Yes, they still do, but not the way it happens when someone of us if offline.
What's going on with me? I'm scared, what can I do with all this?????????
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I am alone again. He said he doesn't love me anymore and told me 2 4get about him. Just pain and blood and nothing more.
I did my best to make him happy, I chnged myself according 2 his likes and dislike.
I have presented him my heart and soul. He burnt all that. He hates me now.
I hope I'll manage to kill myself tonight.
Bye to everyone who liked me.I'm sorry for the things I did the wrong way. But I was just a person - not a perfect one. I died for all you and for him especially. No one needs me in this world now.
I don't have the meaning of my fuckin' life now. I have to go. you will alll be grtefu later. Yes, I know you'll feel some kind of pain at the first time, but later you'll understand everything.
and please, if someone knows or just sees him somewhere,tell him I died with his name on my lips
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Sitting in a cafe I noticed 2 waitresses - a young one and an older one.The old one is rather overweight but trying to look younger.The young one (I call her "a goat")is tall and thin.They look like two bitches - a mother and a daughter.Discussing the visitors of the cafe and spoiling its good name.