I want to write in English. And I don't really care if somebody doesn't understand my words. It's just that...I miss this language...after all, I DO have English relatives, no matter how far in the family tree. After all, it's not by chance that I am talking to myself in English. God, I even THINK in English! I'm going mad, ain't I? But that's not original...the world is going mad...and I've always been kind of apart with the world. SO I'll stay normal, in this weird, talking-to-myself-in-English-and-being-not-like-everybody-else way, and remain happy and content with my life. Wich IS unnerving with nobody to talk to. Especially in the evenings...
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