face to face.

" Myślę by zadzwonić wciskam pierwszą z cyfr

kilka lat życia mija, nim wybiorę drugą z nich

wszystko się przewija mija jak sekundowy film "

Tomorrow

I know, it's over cause tomorrow never brings me you again. It never gives me hope that everything is possible. The reality kills me, every day more and more. I remember almost all the words which mean : you've got only one life, you can do what you want etc. but I'm almost 20 and still don't understand the world.

greetings from...

' Somebody's gonna miss you,

Somebody's gonna wish that you were here '

This small city was going to give me something more which I really need and want to have. Why it didn't work at all too quickly? Why am I a girl which is better to stop talking with? What have I in my eyes or in my mind?

It's too hard to understand this point of view. I'm not very proud about yesterday but if it changes anything if I tell you I regret? Is there any sense to regret what I did? Probably I don't want to know.  Try to think in my way.