I'm sitting on my bed, with a laptopn on my kmees, after really gard day.
It makes my think, and I've got this need to write something.
Sometimes you cannot do what you planned, yep, but why does it have to be so iritating? I was planning this certain..thing for about 3 years, I was waiting till I grow up to 18. And finally I'm 18 and they say I'm too old. great, just great. and funny thing is that, three years earlier they told me that I will be able to do it but only when I will be 18. so nice. I'm so angry, and mislead by the biurocracy;/
all of this make me wanna draw a painting. but I know I will not manage to do it.
imagine, one person with a black cloak, night, and massive croud around you, and they're going araound you, so fast, that ypu can;t even see their faces, just flashes. it's like you're within many people, but still there is noone.
I guess I have satisfied a little this hunger to write sth.
adios.