With a gentle sigh the service tube dropped a message capsule into the receiving cup. The attention bell chimed once and was silent. He stared at the harmless capsule as though it were her scent.
Something was going wrong. He felt a hard knot of tension form inside of him. This was no routine service memo or hotel communication, but a sealed personal message. Yet he knew no one on this planet, having arrived by spacer less than eight hours earlier. Since even his name was new-dating back to the last time he had changed ships- there could be no personal messages. Yet here one was.... A boy. He gave her 12 roses, 11 were real and 1 was fake. He told “I’ll love you till the last one dies!” She said - ”Wait one is fake! ”" And the boy answered ''Exactly,because I’ll love you FOREVER!''

Here goes a disability for change anything(And easy English). I hate my fucking life, only my band keeps me fit. No one knows about my emotional slithering up and down. Yesterday i was blest, today i am miserable, tomorrow i will be rueful. That's a fact, no fake.

Yesterday i met one girl, i was speaking to her for more than 2 hours. she told me everything about her life, and her problems. i understood that all girls have identical problems with boys. Yo man, i will leave you now. See ya soon. Fucking hate me and my life, wanna end it up dead. Later