Just say if you wish, I didnt wrote further then that....
I love to speak to myself yet I never wrote to myself.... The butterflys, the flowers all that beauty such a shame this beauty lives not for long. Well as some wise say, we live only in the memory if no one remember us then we dont exist and never did. I wish to be forgoton and in the same time remembered, I wish to be forgoton as an image, I wish to be rememberd as a person that lived and never died in his storys.... I dont wish to be a writer or to be a part of the history. I wish to reach my dreams and to make others to remember me as someone that reached his dreams and showed that others can too. Yet my dreams are posible but I must say they live throw legends and storys and thoose storys never proved to be right, as it never proved to be wrong. I hope you enjoy reading my diary, as a mind of a crazy person supposed to be interesting.