В колонках играет - silence
Настроение сейчас - I don't want to go... I don't want to stay...

...time is passing so slowly...Oh, my Lord, so slowly... Why am I here? I have a pause in my classes... How terrible it is to be in such a state... It's so hot outdoors, and I'm sitting here at the post-office and trying not to think about the 4th lesson - the literature of Great Britain. Well, I don't want to say it isn't interesting...no... it is subject of great interest... but not now... now I want so much to go home, to my native town, to see the only person I want to see... Eh, well... stupid girl, you are so predictible, so... well, I won't say anything... The thing is that I'm exhausted, waisted, I'm sick and tired of EVERYTHING...but still I find some forces to be in Internet every day untill very late...then I get up at 5:35... it is killing me slowly, like slow sweet poison...