I'm alone again. I like to be alone.Well... and what of that? I hate the word "dear". Don't call me "dear".

I'm bored to go along the edge and lead the formation by myself. Buzz off! It's not joke. Don't call me ''sister".

Golden words of Atlantis

It's night. I go home and peer into the darkness, into the dark windows. People are asleep and dream about new bright life. Their new world! And what do I have? I have pair of lines as a matter of fact. I have crazy ideas and faith that "it will be easy and we will die soon..." Is it more than enough maybe?..