Today day as day, is not better and is not worse, than all other days... More precisely, better, of course, after all the day off. And like all it is good, without troubles. But only something does not suffice for full happiness. Whether the dinner was insufficiently tasty, whether has not slept again... Or on the contrary, has too slept.
I do not know, in what the reason, but only I do not test the slightest pleasure from already coming to an end Saturday...

On other site I had a sea of friends and even more people wished to become my friends... But there to me was nekomfortno, on all there was no time, and to offend someone an inattention, giving attention another, it would not be desirable. And I have run away, as the coward, having thrown both friends, and own group. To anybody has told nothing and has disappeared. In English...

Naturally, here I absolutely do not have friends, it is not necessary to be broken off between them and time is group to think. It is too much time. Therefore and to think I begin that, can, I should return... Perhaps all the same there my house, instead of here, among unfamiliar and another's people... Also can be, I do not suffice them, and I here in loneliness decide to myself any delirium... And the group washing, probably, without me became absolutely another, and after all I so love it... Former what I remember what itself has made it...

But is not present. To return - means again to become dependent. The Internet is a dependence. Here nothing holds me, I can easily forget about this site, leave and not regret. And to leave from that site, I needed extreme effort. And that, I have not dared to remove a profile, to destroy group. I have left them as is. Simply not was there all the summer long. But I can always return. But, besides - to return, means, again to become dependent... Any fairy tale about the gold bull-calfe turns out.