2FCreator

"F#cking Russkies — I spent hours in the damn corridor waiting for those f#cking міssles to be taken down. Now I walk around sleepy as a corpse. I f#cking hate this!" :'(

3 years... 3 long years of war. 3 years of loss and suffering. 3 years of pain and expectations... More than 12,654 victims... Over 236,000 homes destroyed... More than 10 million refugees...
          24 February is a bloody date that has left a huge scar in our history. But we were not broken. The truth is behind us! God is behind us! Because we are on our land! WE WILL STAND!
          
          In fields where sunflowers used to bloom bright,
          Now echoes the silence of a restless night.
          Homes turned to ashes, dreams swept away,
          Yet hope's ember glows at break of day.

In a bush, near a stump
          I'm a mushroom, I'm a mushroom bro
          No questions asked, because
          I'm a mushroom
          I'm just growing
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          I think I'm losing my mind :')

I made one song. I think it show some of my feelings. I hope that you will understand:
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          Verse 1
          Na
          Na-na-na na-na-na | ×3
          Na-na-na-na-na-na |
          A brand-new day has come again,
          The alarm has dragged me out of bed.
          Each morning feels like such a weight,
          A heavy punch I cannot escape.
          The sun’s not even shining yet,
          But here I walk the path ahead.
          And then it hits, that moment still,
          When moving on’s beyond my will.
          
          Chorus
          Day by day, it’s all the same,
          Nothing seems to bring me flame.
          Though the world is wide and free,
          Sadness wraps and buries me.
          Again despair has seized my soul,
          Thrown me far from feeling whole.
          Like poison, it consumes my dreams,
          And tears apart my fragile seams.
          
          Verse 2
          I come back home, the same old way,
          No confidence in me today.
          With work piled high, it fills my mind,
          But all it whispers is “Unwind.”
          Yet here I sit, I cannot sleep,
          It’s two a.m., and thoughts still creep.
          It’s like I’m cornered, out of breath,
          This routine feels like living death.
          
          Chorus
          Day by day, it’s all the same,
          Nothing seems to bring me flame.
          Though the world is wide and free,
          Sadness wraps and buries me.
          Again despair has seized my soul,
          Thrown me far from feeling whole.
          Like poison, it consumes my dreams,
          And tears apart my fragile seams. :'(

That's it. Vacation is over. School tomorrow. What can I say? F ##ing school. I'm de@d. It's time to forget about everything but studying. I'm going to go to bed at 2 a.m. again and work like a workaholic, but who doesn't like to work. Have a good day/night...

I FINALLY wrote one Christmas episode. You can read it in the book Rainbow Friends, every day stories :)

Since 2025 has already started for me, so HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! ;)

I wrote a poem (on my language and translator helped me).  I hope you'll like it
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          Why must I endure this pain?
          Routine consumes me every day.
          It seems that no one cares again,
          Or am I just a fool, they say?
          
          I toil and strive without an end,
          And learn my lessons day by day.
          But what I love seems to descend,
          Crushed by the needs life brings my way.
          
          I’ve forgotten how it feels,
          To do something that brings me joy.
          One’s spirit breaks—not only reels,
          When life becomes a cruel decoy.
          
          Is this my fate, a destined plight?
          Joy replaced by sorrow’s reign.
          My playlist now with songs of night,
          And tasks have filled my days again.
          
          I’m but a student, young and lost,
          Yet I work like a grown adult.
          Without a wage, of course, the cost—
          And still, my parents find my fault:
          
          “When will you do your homework now?”
          They ask me with a furrowed brow.
          Why must I repeat this grind,
          For years and years, and dreams unbind?
          
          To lose myself, my hopes, my heart—
          And labor on, day by day, apart.
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They can bomb happiness,
          They can shoot a dream,
          But they can't kill your will,
          You can reap what you sow. =(

Hello, everyone. I know I don't post episodes often. I don't have time or motivation all the time. Or maybe I'm just lazy :) I'm looking for interesting programs on the Internet and for an experiment I created a YouTube channel where I will post songs. I'm curious to see what will come of it. If you are also interested, here is the message: https://www.youtube.com/@Music_Top_u Well, that's all for now. I hope I will be able to upload more episodes of my stories and there will be no problems like 5 tests on Thursday or rocket explosions today. Have a good day/night :)