There’s one more thing I’ve realized about myself – I can’t change myself.

I am who I am – Miss Independence, Miss Keep Your Distance.

The new autumn began, the old Me came back.

 It’s cold out there and it’s cold under my skin. Cold blood flows in my veins, cold blood comes through my heart.

If I met you in the street or in the bar, I’ll fell myself uncomfortable, I’ll turn my eyes down, I’ll try to go away faster. 

Don’t try to speak to me, don’t try to get my number – it won’t have a continuation. You can’t flux my ice, you’ll never see me hot.

It’s a pity I’m getting freeze, but I can’t stop it. Two weeks ago if I see you, unknown guy, I’d look deep in to your eyes and give you a beautiful smile. But now I can’t do t this.

Maybe it’s better for me now.