Хочется закрыть глаза, и там, в глубине, за закрытыми глазами, еще раз закрыть глаза. И вот тогда наступит свобода.
I'm not everything. I'm nothing. I can't make myself do anything. I think of you every day, every minute, every second. I simply can't breathe without you. Why don't you understand me? Maybe i should write in Chinese???...
