I am deep.
Me, hey, hello, I'm here. Pull me out.

Mom came to visit me. I got sick the day before.
Just my luck.

I want my days to be full of emotions and colours. Again.
I guess I really want the university to start already.
New people.
New knowledge.
New experience.
New life.
New me.

I'm not particularly sad or miserable lately, but I'm highly unstable.
Don't wanna see me cry? Treat me like a fucking princess.
I know, it's stupid, and I don't really think that. I just wish people took my mental state and feelings in consideration.

I either stopped feeling this void inside me or got used to it. Not quite sure…

Going to apply documents for Universities.
Scared and nervous.
God, I hope I'm gonna be lucky at least in this case. Like, c'mon, I've had enough.

I want to change things. I wanna be happy on my own.
And I'm gonna do that.
Cause why the fuck should I suffer over something I can't change?
No point. But being happy… That's a pretty good wish. And I think I can do that. Make myself happy again. I just need to try harder, and I think I'm strong enough to to that.
Cause I'm tired of being sad. Of being broken.
Fixing myself is gonna be hard. But totally worth it.

Я была его пластырем, а у него не хватило силы воли, чтобы не сдирать корочку.

Did so much stuff today, feel like I've accomplished something.
Oh, the feeling of satisfaction. I'm even in quite a good mood for the first time in a while.

You know this side character in the movie who's a main character's girlfriend, and she's nice and you kinda like her? But we all know she's not his true love and we root for two main characters to get together and live happily ever after? And they do, probably, and he breaks up with this side character. And we kinda feel bad and maybe wanna see her get her own happy end, but if we don't, it's fine, we don't care much. Know that?
Well, I am this side character.

раньше я думал, что пиратом может быть каждый. как глупо.

этажом выше.

а мы все падали, и падали, и падали вниз, пока не поняли, что уже мертвы.

грустно, что мы не такие, как все. очень грустно.

а когда взгляды пересекаются, в животе все сжимается. неприятно.

нужно, не нужно - решайте сами.

как это было глупо тогда. и поздно.

а тогда он сам же.

они же, а не мы.

все живут, мы просто.