Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I failed the try of the test... It wasn't a real one, just like an opportunity to see what I can when I know nothing. Anyway, hurts. Now I know how stupid I am.
Then we went to the channel, I had to meet the designer. Arranged everything - the bottom of my graduation dress
and also a skirt - sth like a medieval one. Hope everything will be as I want it to be. And then...
...then I came to my dad and friend (a reporter) who were working with a video of an interview with Joachim Garraud, a French DJ. English spoken by a French is a nightmare!!! They could hardly define separate words because of the loud music and terrible pronunciation. So they asked me to help, they thoght they might be too tired. This all ended with daddy's leaving me and Julia alone in the editing room and we two finished the report having understood more than a half. Enough for a long report.
She thanked me. I felt somebody and not something. On the way home met people from dad's work - they were holding each other's hands. Pain? For a while. Then I thought: Do I care? I have more important things to feel. I'm somebody, not something. I managed to help and to be useful and needed.
Julia is so cool and kind to me, she seems to like me and is sincere in her attitude. She always makes my mood better. And she sees me.
Having come home I looked into the mirror. All illusions and dreams that seemed to have come true broke at once. I'm still the something with ugly different cut eyes, awful skin and hair, with a dead ugly face and a broken nail. No fairy tales exist for me. I am still nothing. So what if I helped them? This doesn't make me important. I just made myself think that way.
I wish I could break all the mirrors in the whole fuckin world...
"Take a look at yourself, not at anyone else..." (c)
Then we went to the channel, I had to meet the designer. Arranged everything - the bottom of my graduation dress
and also a skirt - sth like a medieval one. Hope everything will be as I want it to be. And then......then I came to my dad and friend (a reporter) who were working with a video of an interview with Joachim Garraud, a French DJ. English spoken by a French is a nightmare!!! They could hardly define separate words because of the loud music and terrible pronunciation. So they asked me to help, they thoght they might be too tired. This all ended with daddy's leaving me and Julia alone in the editing room and we two finished the report having understood more than a half. Enough for a long report.
She thanked me. I felt somebody and not something. On the way home met people from dad's work - they were holding each other's hands. Pain? For a while. Then I thought: Do I care? I have more important things to feel. I'm somebody, not something. I managed to help and to be useful and needed.
Julia is so cool and kind to me, she seems to like me and is sincere in her attitude. She always makes my mood better. And she sees me.
Having come home I looked into the mirror. All illusions and dreams that seemed to have come true broke at once. I'm still the something with ugly different cut eyes, awful skin and hair, with a dead ugly face and a broken nail. No fairy tales exist for me. I am still nothing. So what if I helped them? This doesn't make me important. I just made myself think that way.
I wish I could break all the mirrors in the whole fuckin world...
"Take a look at yourself, not at anyone else..." (c)
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14.03.2008 в 11:58-
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14.03.2008 в 12:22не надо, тут у тебя все хорошо
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14.03.2008 в 12:39в любом случае, довольно легко сделать так, чтобы всё на самом деле было хорошо
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14.03.2008 в 13:30тебя же должно хоть что-то в своей внешности радовать)
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14.03.2008 в 14:17я б те чо-нить посоветовала, если б не была такой ленивой и взялась бы за себя(
No, I hate everything in mysel
щаз буду к те приставать
а нос твой разве тебе не нравится?
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14.03.2008 в 15:38failed the try of the t
Maybe you should work harder to reach better results?
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14.03.2008 в 15:53I do my best, but history is one of the subjects I hate most... I can't remember all those dates and names...
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14.03.2008 в 16:45do my best, but history is one of the subjects I hate most... I can't remember all those dates and names... Professional mindfucker
I've this problem too...What more I'm going in to humanitarian university anh histore is a one ot the main subjects...fuck. I can't do anything with my memory((
nobody saw me...
Let imagine this. I do this very often
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14.03.2008 в 16:47Imagining nobody sees me causes even bigger problems....
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14.03.2008 в 16:52Oh...Our poor children...How much history they will should be learned!
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14.03.2008 в 21:47You don't love children? I want...It sounds crazy but I want to have children....
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14.03.2008 в 21:54Sterilized yourself
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14.03.2008 в 23:53"Beauty is everything for a girl"
ты тут ошибаешься. да-да, это так. красота - не все, она составляющее, но не самое главное, как это кажется на первый взгляд. не думаю что парни стали бы общаться с красивой пустышкой. хотя, конечно, они могут привлекать их (парней) некоторое время но...если девушка тупа как пробка или ну не знаю...груба... то это все.
так что успокойся и не думай об этом.
"that's why I'm not going to have children"
я тож пока не собираюсь, но может со временем у нас поменяестя мировоззрение..как думаешь?
Говоря по правде, я тож ненавижу детей. Вернее нейтральна к ним, когда они н арасстоянии 3 км от меня. А ближе - это катастрофа.
"Sterilized yourself"
мдэ...
"History is important, but it's so stupid!!"
нет. это часть истории людей, надо ее ценить, хотя порой история несет в себе много крови.
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15.03.2008 в 00:05I don't think so, children are little disgusting creatures. Dirty diapers, screaming, noise, mess, lack of sleep. do we need it?Fuck it!
I mean history as a subject and a piece of shit to study. XD