I linger out days,but I am happy,I know that will not abandon this life will not take revenge while, I will do it.....my flower dies, and together with him dry up and I, I do not want to live, or want.......and want probably.otherwise I would not break a secret so to life.to what that to new.I get up early in the morning and I want one only, want heats, will GIVE a present ME WARMLY.......and yet.....a hair-do for me is terrible, and I was cut today awfully.I will not go out from home all of hairs will not grow while........

Да,да,такая вот я безграмотность,хуй поймёте что я тут  написала..эх сама непонимаю....