Whole our way Estella slept,yeah, and how can i call her my best friend after such an act of betrayal? *i laugh* I hoped we will enjoy our short trip throughout sky,but she has dreamt about pink unicorns,okay nevermind.
WE ARE IN TOKYO,AT THE OTHER SIDE OF PLANET.WE,TOGETHER...
It's impressive how more than 500 thousand people can move so fast and walk on their way.Every path they decide to follow leads them to another path,that's life.Often these paths create our personalities and characters,we became what we are today because of those choices.. What if we stopped a while from walking and admired every flower,or small stone on this road? This stone matters ,we just don't realize too much its importance.We are hurrying to find the end of rut,when actually it's equivalent to death. Pity we see this thing only at the end,but feet can't turn around and take us back at those paths.My mind couldn't stop thinking about this.
When we are off from plane,we breath in Japanese air
-Hmmm,can you feel it,Alex? *she turns to me* Air of freedom,glee and.....French fries *laughs* really,just sniff,i cannot handle myself;says Estelle while being hypnotized by it
I chuckle as a kid,almost with tears:
-Estelle,we just have arrived,keep yourself at least for ten minutes :D
-Okaaaaay,but only for 10 mins!!!! *giggles*
We are off to hotel,it is near the beach. Ohhhhhh.What a view!!What a madness!!!!
It's 4:17 in the morning,i write in my diary,my small land of everything,i keep telling and lying myself that i'll feel better.Why others can live so happily while having nothing in their mind,but i'm killed??!!
Thousands knifes are pulled into my soul,brains,in all that i have the most expensive???!!!
Yes,this is the question which follows me,daily...
I am happy for being in Japan, another dream realized,another country visited,but my heart bleeds.
My sad and grey moment is erased by Estella,she comes into my room without even knocking,i hate this act of irresponsibility,but she often claims that we're real friends,and this is how true friends do,she walks in and notices that i write in my precious notebook:
-AGAIN? ALEXANDRA NOTTEPICO,HOW DID YOU DARE TO TAKE THIS WASTE OF PAPER? Do you realise that it took a lot of space in our luggage? I could put instead of it cream against the sun *she shouts really angry*
- Estella,i am amazed,how did this thought cross your mind??? *really annoyed* *i calm down,with a lower tone start to explain her the importance of this diary*
-Okay,okay..let's forget,whatsoever i am too tired to waste my energy for this notebook *leaves my room with a turning-back look,like she wanted to convince that her victim(ME) is ready to be killed*
Sometimes,i see her as a beast,her look,tone of voice,i am scared.That's why in high-school many kids avoided her,i couldn't figure out......ughhhh...i shouldn't become sad because of this,it comes and goes.
After 20 minutes of overthinking i make few steps back and prepare to fly on my bed.
-Woooohoooo *i jump on bed with a short scream of happiness* :)
After another almost half an hour how i think and overthink everything that has happened with me during last days i get a call from....
YOU ARE READING
Returning from hell . . .
General FictionWhen you think that life cannot be awesome than that,it gets another turn and everything fades away. That's life,dear! A story about illusion and trust, dreams and lies!
