It has long wanted to do it. What? And this. Not write in Russian. Passion.
OOo not you again ме wrote. Why? I forget. I do not want you to know. Why do you writing me that "уou love me". Нonestly, I had just bad. When I am glad I am good, is declared and you tell me that "you love me". Why are you torturing me? You have flashing lights on me and when I feel good. Why do you come here, tell me? You sit and write. You're killing me. You know that you are there, and I'm here. God, how difficult it is. Unruffled. I promised myself that I will never think about you, but every time you spoil everything. Yes, I have one, but this does not mean that I can now write about their love, and thinking that I was all right. Okay.

Forgive me for my broken English, you just wrote to me again.
And yet, do not write me never seriously!