Nobody wants to turn to stone. Be honest with her. Take her responsibilities seriously. Don't insult her. She deserves more comfortable relationships. What picture you have in your mind about her?


Every window has a meaning. Something has gone that was there before. Please, no more hellholes. 


At first glance, her head is trying to escape, but she is looking at the window that mirrors, to my suprise, my own feelings. Tears are running down her cheek. The situation is as it is.


The secrets bind them together. They hold all inside. That's why they have no energy left.

The eternal grave. Strangers again.


Can't sleep. What I'm here for?


Fall asleep.

Pretty good, I'm amusing myself writing stories about life and the youth.