A cure for no real sickness, cross your hopes and die

Я боюсь отсюда уже не выбраться.
Вообще.


Мне стало неприятно смеяться, хотя говорить стало легче. Мне не хочется обратно, где мне нужно говорить с кучей противных мне людей и пресмыкаться перед ними.

Пам-пам. Два месяца.

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For me to remember one conversation

«Well, but I want to defend myself from you. It's not about you, it's not about me, but, really do we need each other? You do. I don't. Well, I have to say that the first one-two weeks have been really hard. I felt like I have been in some kind of melancholy and, well, I haven't ever felt so lonely. But at some point I realised that I'm finally OK with that.

The exact thing happened when Nikita got me into ban-list. But he caught the moment. And you didn't. So, it happens. Shit happens. It's not anyone's fault, but yes, it has already happened.

(Sorry that in ENG. I'm too lazy to switch the language)». 

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«And, to be absolutely clear: I don't believe in that bullshit about 'turning over a new leaf'.»