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Ongoing19m
Last published Sat, Feb 7, 2015
Keď som sa ráno zobudila mala som pocit ,že je predomnóu celkom obyčajný deň, ale nebol.
Dnes ma čakal môj prví deň na tábore" Úsmev". Už len s toho mena mi bolo zle. Vôbec sa mi tam nechce ísť. Rodičia ma tam na leto strčili aby mali odomňa pokoj. Je to mesačný tábor o to horšie. ,, Lara"! počula som mamu ako na mňa s kuchine kričí.
Ako polomŕtva som sa dovalila do kuchine a sadla som si za stôl. Mama hneď spustila ,, Tak ako sa tešíš?" a položila predo mňa misku čokoládových
guliček s mliekom. Namiesto odpovede som na ňu hodila neprítomný víraz. ,, Viem, že sa ti na ten tábor nechce ísť Lara, ale je to len pre tvoje dobro musíš si nájsť nejakých kamarátov". Do kuchine vošiel otec sadol si vedľa mňa a spítal sa ma tú istú priblblú otázku. ,,No ako tešíš sa na prví deň na tábore?" Odjedla som si z miski a spítala sa. ,, Musím tam ísť?" Otec sa pousmial a povedal že sa už o tom predsa bavili. Naštvaná som hodila misku do umývački a išla hore do izby. Začala som si napchávať kufre.
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I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5
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