Wrong life...
20-12-2004 21:00
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I thought that I would never think, speak and write everything about my WRONG life... I don't like my life... SHE is very dull . I haven't got real friends. Nobody likes myself. People usually think that I am strange girl. I want to live happy, but I can't. Because nobody let me live happy. They like to play me, but not my game. Everybody respects me, but they can't show their love.
So, I don't know why it is so...
Am I going to be alone?...
Maybe.
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I thought that I would never think, speak and write everything about my WRONG life... I don't like my life... SHE is very dull . I haven't got real friends. Nobody likes myself. People usually think that I am strange girl. I want to live happy, but I can't. Because nobody let me live happy. They like to play me, but not my game. Everybody respects me, but they can't show their love.
So, I don't know why it is so...
Am I going to be alone?...
Maybe.
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play with you wind...
see what you find...
see what you find...
read_MY_lips
21-12-2004-14:47
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wow! & why do u think so? ..
and why do u let them "to play" with u? U r the OWNER of your life... Don't be upset, everythink'll be O.K.! =)
and why do u let them "to play" with u? U r the OWNER of your life... Don't be upset, everythink'll be O.K.! =)
Я в "аглицком" слабак (ну вот так вот :( учить надо).
Перевести ещё могу, а вот сам сказать - :(
Поэтому вот из песенки слова - хорошие, добрые, тёплые...
The Wind
Your eyes are colored like wind
The Wind from the northern sea
A wave on the sand so clear
Whoever got me that far must be laughing
Alright, I can laugh as well
So sweet is your touch
May I never go free
But I'm breaking away
To return unbound
And I hear the sound
Behind my shoulder
Like the shape of the swan, gliding
And when the trees are bare
There will be nowhere to return to
But we stay, believing
Your eyes are colored like wind
Bringing incredible news
I don't know if I'm ready,
Does it matter?
Whoever cut me that deep
I love you
And here I stand, transfixed
Listening to the sound of the wind
P.S. Очень красивая вещь. Попробуй найти в mp3. Исполнитель БГ - Борис Борисович Гребенщиков. :)
P.P.S. Я добавил тебя в список своих друзей. Я не обиделся. Я никогда не обижаюсь. :) Сам виноват. В твой дневник и не заглядываю.
P.P.P.S. А ты в аське бываешь?
Перевести ещё могу, а вот сам сказать - :(
Поэтому вот из песенки слова - хорошие, добрые, тёплые...
The Wind
Your eyes are colored like wind
The Wind from the northern sea
A wave on the sand so clear
Whoever got me that far must be laughing
Alright, I can laugh as well
So sweet is your touch
May I never go free
But I'm breaking away
To return unbound
And I hear the sound
Behind my shoulder
Like the shape of the swan, gliding
And when the trees are bare
There will be nowhere to return to
But we stay, believing
Your eyes are colored like wind
Bringing incredible news
I don't know if I'm ready,
Does it matter?
Whoever cut me that deep
I love you
And here I stand, transfixed
Listening to the sound of the wind
P.S. Очень красивая вещь. Попробуй найти в mp3. Исполнитель БГ - Борис Борисович Гребенщиков. :)
P.P.S. Я добавил тебя в список своих друзей. Я не обиделся. Я никогда не обижаюсь. :) Сам виноват. В твой дневник и не заглядываю.
P.P.P.S. А ты в аське бываешь?
24-12-2004-09:36
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Знаешь, ты не права. Ты очень хороший человек. И может тебя не забывают, а просто у людей интернет не работает!
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