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Why all the best things passes me?

Why should I stand aside and just look at other people's happiness?

There are so many questions which I will never find an answer.

People say that they don' t fail in life and they are wronged by fate.

Look at me!

I sit at home with a cup of stinking tea, I have a father who so rarely come that next time I see him at the feast of All Saints, the euro is bad, so I don't t know how will be with these fucking money. I don't t have a boyfriend and I'll go to school, which now ceased to be sure.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid this school. 

These people are walking encyclopedias. I don't belong to them.

 Already I know that I won't like them because I'm not very good student.

 Going to this school I was able to dream come true of people around, but if my?

Damn! If don't Słowacki so what? Norwid? Traugutt (fuck. sorry, but I'm allergic to that school)? Żeromski? Or Samorządówka? Please! I think Słowacki is the best from this.

I dream. But it's unreal things. After all, it never becomes true! I don't wont dream, but I can't.

I hate this condition, when all things I have had enough!

There are two things that I want really,really:

I want to go to London and I want to have sneakers!

Sorry, but today I had "faza" on English again.

(Pomaga mi Google Translate, ale większość piszę sama ;))

Let me add a song to myself. It is cheerful. Oh yes! It will improve my mood.

One Night In October,
The clocks go back,
And she attacks me oh,
Grabbing my left shoulder,
Suspects in texts that leave her wrecked-uh-oh,
One night in October,

I ♥ trampki!

             Stine