So I should recognize the way I feel. I don't know. Really. Now I can't understand how people can live together, they're so different, even when they think they are so close to each other. Maybe it's bad that I think so, that the thoughts of this kind came to my mind. But it seems that the fact that living with you is not so fairy as I supposed makes me puzzled. Usually in case like this I stop to be rude and stubborn in a couple of hours (it's the worst variant!). But now I still don't know what to say. Yes, I know, that my behavior is not really good, but it's just like some ugly noises for me to think of changing myself. I hope I will be able to become quiet and better in the future, when I finally grow up (for God's sake, it sounds like stupid excuse!). You can do everything you want, what will be good for you , because I don't really think I can demand of anything at all.
The truth is I still can't be without you.
Call me tomorrow.
I should be more quiet. Nothing can disturb me anymore, nothing can touch me, no one can change my tranquil mood . For this time I make my mood by myself. I'll save myself for you.
I'll save also you. You're too good to make you suffer. Nothing is bad in you, now I know it. You see, today is not some special day, we even didn't see each other. I think it's not power of moment as it usually was. It's my mind. I love you, Cookie. You're too sweet, my Caramel Bear. Everything you do is really good. I absolutely depend upon you.
By the way, my English's better, isn't it?
I didn't write there for a long time. I know it's wrong. Your prof decided that we are totally crazy so made us watch the movie «Death at a Funeral». It was fun, but disgusting actually.
Also I understood that history classes are the most rest for me among these phonetics, grammar and linguistics.
Our Latin prof told a funny story today: which fruit did students in the women's academy eat every morning? Of course we gave stupid guesses. In fact it was not fruit in usual meaning. It was egg.
That's all for now, my dearest diary
It's really sad, Bo. And I'm thinking about us.
I love you very much. Even when I'm not very good with you. We have so much wonderful time together. We have things to remember. We're full of each other.
It's really fun and I laugh at it But...I didn't understand every single word actually. Can you help me?