dear future me,
Ther are times where I want to kill me, just like my mothers want me to die, but I try to hold it off to the very end, thinking maybe things will get better, let me give it some...
Ignai, jei dabar skaitai šį laišką, reiškiasi pasaulio pabaigos nebuvo. :) Ir toliau džiaukis savo linksmu gyvenimu...Peace!
P.S su naujais metais!
murag confession nga dli HAHAHAHA????
hi vannnn hipe you sill remember that i have something to tell you 2 years from now March 22, 2026. chaka english oi HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA bala ka kong wrong...
Ar dar pameni tuos laikus, kai bandei neleist pasauliui tavęs pasiglemžti ? Kaip buvo kartais *******, bet kėleisi kasdien su mintim. Juk žinai kokia ji.
Ne duok Dieve leidai. Ne duok Dieve...
Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...



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