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One more fucking year in this country. It's strange, that i am complaining. Isn't it what u wanted, baby?(like Paul said to me - it was his last message and never ever...)
I am in NY, it was my own choice to stay here. And I wanted to stay actually. But what is going on in my heart right now... I can't understand that. And all that fucking regrets and stuff. Life is changing, it is changing us. I see it in my heart, in the eyes of my friends. And we all are like "Sup, Bro? What the fuck is going on?" Just the life is going on, that's it. Nothing special about it. We are still looking into the past, laughter and crasy stuff, that we were doing. But no more, baby. That's it. New understanding of presence, new life, adult life. We don't want to grow up, but we are.
The other thing is that I fucking don't now, what to expect. Like going towards the corner without knowing what is waiting for me there. Actually it's always like that. U never know, it just happens. But here and now I don't know at all. I am pretty lost...