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cawerqss50 · Posted: Fri 1:31, 11 Mar 2011 Post subject: the forgotten time axis

. . 4, two hundred years, four pairs of lovers pen

. . 3, two hundred years of the third diary
Maybe we really put it like adults, children, simple-minded. We just so little sense of it. We do not have the other requirements of a mess, just want to be happy, and nothing more.
I say, whom I will not feel bad. I think I will,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], until the heart of the shoal from the waves again, I think, I sink, and at the moment, really hope I continue to be

gel pen to write you a long time not used, and pick up the gel pens do not know how to write anyway,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but I put gel pen Flanagan gave you after you have been in use, writing is a good word from a serious look. I have four years if not used ball-point pen, ball-point pen from you suddenly feel that after the fact, not a pen so people want to hate, but rather than the pen to a lot of cute.

diary to convey our happiness and a little care, we are working hard to make each other happy. Every one, are so simple and touching words, after reading all good real tears, warm. Each one, study every day a lot of times until you can find yourself inadvertently put them back in verse. Every one, are so filled with hope after reading the writing did not forget to complain about no literary talent, but has memorized over and over again to see the field.

that is full of little steep stone Xiao-Po, the first time you pull my hand, at that time, we had nothing, only slam the echocardiography. He then got out of hand, stuck to a more youthful sense of the swirl, turn brilliant ... ...

sitting in front of the computer, fingers, knock on random. I think, my dear you.

is not that we can really desperate to do whatever we want to do, continue to mad, to continue rampant. If so,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], why would faint unease, as if the children do something wrong to be afraid to blame, it would seem that nothing can be seen as the hero does not matter; If not, why then is assured that we are happy, no matter what they say What to do, seems to have nothing to do with us.
. . 2, two hundred years of the second distressed
. . 1, two hundred years, the last day

drunk and do not wake up ... ...

we are silly, silly but good fun, no worries worries, no this and should not, indulge in this feeling, the forgotten time axis, the transfer is fast or slow ... ...

tell me the next morning with Leonid meteor shower. Then I went to use my silver tongue wrapped around a long time with the teachers quarters, and finally she agreed to put five in the morning I put out on time. That night, sleep a good light, for fear overslept, missed the first game watching the meteor shower.
got up early the next day, in the eyes can not see even the room feeling the water wash,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], brush teeth, comb my hair, the heart has to fly all the way foreseen. Things are going quite smoothly, I arrived at five points out of the dormitory door. Then I saw you standing in the doorway, shaking trembling, cold face was unique smirk, you say you down,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I saw four meteors then, each one to a wish to see - my pig, Come down. Shaking the whole day looking at you, my heart suddenly happiness to sorrow and grief, because the distressed.

The day you take the phone to send me SMS, very excited

I wonder whether we are not wrong, why they do not believe we can live a happy life? Obviously, it's clear we really care about, have moved, there is sadness, joy ... ... but not with their approval. Do we really just kids, no one believed the children? We're just a little younger, a little headstrong, a little sloppy, but we are very serious, is not it? At least, we can be responsible for their own feelings, regardless of the outcome.

. . 5, two hundred years of a five-point meteor shower

the last day of the last day of 2009, two hundred years, the last day.

cold day, we did not wait for the Leonid meteor shower, the cold too much for a drilling from the dark Internet cafes, until dawn, the first time you put me in your arms. Really want to say, in fact, your arms, really warm.
two hundred years, the last day, after today we mean to grow up, we started living in the two hundred and one years, without regard to other people happy beginning, we have our own lives, their beliefs,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], their dreams, all your ... ...
diary, this is not written. But one day, I found many, many like to say, so I wrote two years Gv's first diary, I wrote about you, that time, you do not know. Still later, a diary with us, exchange diary, read write, write again, bored.

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No one can be found who has my handwriting. Nobody anywhere has my tastes — for food or music or art. No one sees things just as I do. In all of time there's been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me. And what makes me laugh and cry will never provoke1) identical laughters and tears from anybody else, ever. No one reacts to any situation just as I would react.
I'm special.