I think I'm alive again. Today was definitely a bad French school work, but to be honest, I started much too late to learn. Francophilia and my teacher is really unbearable, it's not fun anymore but is still just exhausting. Before we went my school work really dirty, I probably adolescent mood swings, why had actually still? Should I not already be out of puberty? Well, she maybe even in Asians all a bit later ... Anyway, I was so depressed and I'm just aimlessly trotted around, and I think when I stumbled on this time and who would have me executed skin really the length, I I would think not risen. This can be understood now, both metaphorically and literary. I could have just been tired, I was able to break from the world into chaos, it would be simply passed by me without even the slightest interest to awaken. Anyway, I'm feeling drained and listless. Before School work to me so many things went through my head, and now that I have the opportunity to write down all these things, they are vanished from me. Some time ago I saw someone who means a lot to me before, and this has aroused in me an impulse and another, whom I knew from that time to write again. We have not written since about half a year and then yesterday when I was cramming reluctant French, he called me by surprise. He was really nice to hear his voice again, and laugh at its humor. And as is always before school work, I got creative: D and have developed their own character, so far only visually. I know at the moment only that he "молокa" is what is taken from Russian and "milk" means the way it is called XD Malako out ^ _ ^ It is also the first time that I draw a black person: D has since I wonder EagleVision a bit infected. And this time it should not be an ultra evil Bishonen, as is normally always the case, but an amiable type who lives in Japan, and dresses are traditional. Maybe he works in a tea house?
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