To Hania!
I'm writing this letter in a year that has been trying in the most unexpected of ways. Facing a pandemic, a shitty college, loads of assignments, presentations, exams, feeling light...
Dear mom. You're 50. You're old. - Brendan. (11/7/11)
Labas, leliukai.
Dirbam sukvaišę.
Su Pūke drauge.
Beigi atskirai.
Trankosi elektra pūkuotoji :)
Ir panašu, kad pabaigsim nesamones kokia trečią nakties :)
O paskui nieko neįvyks :D...
Николай Легенда в 2021. помните это в далеком 2030
May 31, 2020 (day 613)
To my favorite person in the world,
It's honestly weird yet funny how I always end up typing my letters around 3 - 4 AM. You seriously need to get out of my head...