гон-гон-гонAll God does, is watches us and kills us, when we get boring. We must never ever be boring.
Right?
If so, I can be sure in not being killed by God. We are no way boring, if God, of course, loves soap operas.
I think, someone there does, ‘cause such stories are wrong enough not to be written by someone – I know this, as an experienced role-play-gamer. In real life, everything is simple. You are born, you grow up, then you meet someone special, you know, and all that “happily ever after”. That’s how it works.
If something goes wrong – be aware! You’re probably one of some story’s characters. One of the author’s favorite, may be.
I miss you.
I miss you both.
I sometimes lie without sleeping for an hour, or two, or three, almost crying ‘cause I can’t see you right now. See you. Touch you. Any of you. Can’t talk to you, either. And all that suffering of a 21-year-old-in-love-girl. Silly.
Thinking, that there’s perhaps something wrong with the situation makes you feel ashamed.
Any hate outburst is your fault, ‘cause “You’ve promised yourself never to do this, never to say this, you swore you don’t even think so. Than what the hell are you doing?”
…and you spend some more time sleepless.
Being unhappy, on the whole, is one of the most pleasant things possible. The problem is, that you still feel ashamed, even being unhappy (and, for sure, every time you are happy). That’s the norm of life.
Today’s 29th of June. Three days left, and I can see you, and I can touch you.