Сейчас веселиться кто-то. Через несколько лет буду веселиться я.

*What am I really waiting for? I’m afraid of God’s thoughts that I must be kidding.    I know the story better than someone else does. And the end is extremely easy to be predicted. I will live in London dreaming about life in Paris. We will met in pictured air-craft from Luxemburg to Amsterdam(I still write it like “I’m still darm”, not knowing the matter of this), but by this time I will have stopped to like you and your turn will have started. My face will be well-know and will be hanging in every newspaper but I’ll know only people who I really want to be with (something like inward face control ‘cause I really fed up with everyone who knows my life better that even I can know).  Day will start and never come to the end and my name will be loved to hate.

I’m ready to go on living by the way I have lived this 3 months if it’s need for my future.

Someone have fun now, in three years' time it will be my turn.

От моих амбиций у меня насморк и кашель.