I didn't expect to ever find everything I felt written. I can not believe! It's just that I'm a 24-year-old girl. I have a feeling that the more time passes, the worse it gets. Knowledge kills me, so to speak. I know that in the end everything will end, and I live alone, in my world. I had some poems (not very good, but very personal on this). Here, I share them here: Misunderstood The moon passed and left I never saw it. Love passed like that, and I didn't get to know it. Dressed and beautiful, I was waiting for something to happen. But alas, there was nothing. My life is not in order today! Everyone around me was building, I was left alone and I was building a cemetery for all my enemies in the world. But I did not build it for them, but for myself with them. I wanted a strong storm to destroy everything, even me. Just not to look at tomorrow again with my eyes, not to hear the noise with my ears. Don't think again, I don't know, because knowledge kills me! *** Friends Friends are like the leaves of time. You want to be with them, but they run away from you. You are left alone in the room forever, they call you. But no, you're alone now, you're not with them. They want to be with you, but you don't want them. *** The mighty bridge - on the edge of a rope bridge hangs, and below it the dark waves. The lake winks at you, but you seem doomed. Laughter, misfortune and hatred - everything haunts you today, the cable-stayed bridge does not tremble - it hangs under you all the time! You don't want to be there, you run away from it in a whirlwind, but you swing again in a trap, alone without any defense! Finally, these waves, instead of indifference, push them to greatness. And filled with that thought, you run deftly to the water. As if he had entered the bowels of the earth! This is already a pleasure, but alas, you are gone! * And one older than 2012. Yes, for me things never change. *** Contemplation Here, that I look at the sky it is boundless, it is infinite I think, it is wonderful. Here I am watching the waves, the sea, it is so warm, so serene I think, it is magical. Then I look up, the seagulls sing, whisper, fly. This is magic. So colorful and gentle. Here I am. Leaning against the sky, with a mysterious smile on her face what I am - a woman. And here that my soul speaks. Who are you, why are you roaring, tighten up, more gently, and you will die. This is a wonderful story. With an end. But I wake up again. I am burning in the furnace, the blue sky is gone, the sea is missing, the seagulls have flown away. Who is with me? The soul - no! And she's gone. I am doomed to be alone to the end! This is awful, alas, it's the end! *** I can't help you with any general advice, I can only tell you that you are not alone. The bad thing is that I always think I'm alone because I don't know people like you. Today, most people think differently. To find someone different, like me, there is no such thing. Does not exist. And it is not up to the intellect, but to the soul. Most don't care about her, and I, and obviously you, live through her. However, it is difficult to live like this. Personally, I fill my time with plans, projects at the university, hopefully work soon. I have different hobbies, writing, painting, and my university major, but I've always felt weird. And it's not that I don't like what I'm doing. I just don't find people like me. And I haven't been looking for them for several years. I resigned myself and continued. I try to be useful to the world, not to be a consumer, but most do not have these understandings. And that, as you know, leads to battles with windmills. Always misunderstood, always rebellious and always alone. I would advise you to go on with your life. Try to achieve something of your own without being influenced by others. This is the most important. They may envy you, they may not understand you, they may not want you to be happy. And they may not be there. But even if they are there, you should not trust them for that. Man determines his own destiny. Live predestined, but not expected for the multitude. I know most will not understand what is written, but I am writing it for you and the people who recognize it. I am glad that there are still such people. Don't give up and don't commit suicide. Success! but I write it for you and the people who recognize it. I am glad that there are still such people. Don't give up and don't commit suicide. Success! but I write it for you and the people who recognize it. I am glad that there are still such people. Don't give up and don't commit suicide. Success!
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Dude, it's like I wrote it, only I'm 18. I wish we could talk; /