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Well, it's time.
It's time to write in english again in order to imrove my bla-bla-bla...
But what can I say really?
There is too much music in my life and too little thoughts.
I just want to be better. Better friend, teacher, student, person. I don't really know what is "better" sometimes.
There's always been hope in the end of a summer. It's a feeling of a season.
Now I'm prefer not to hope but to want things to be one way or another. It's scary, but exciting.
Today I'm sad and it feels funny, because it's so silly to be sad.
It's time to write in english again in order to imrove my bla-bla-bla...
But what can I say really?
There is too much music in my life and too little thoughts.
I just want to be better. Better friend, teacher, student, person. I don't really know what is "better" sometimes.
There's always been hope in the end of a summer. It's a feeling of a season.
Now I'm prefer not to hope but to want things to be one way or another. It's scary, but exciting.
Today I'm sad and it feels funny, because it's so silly to be sad.