But it's far not the end. It has precisely begun something new, very important. The first time I wished to come back home more likely. To return to Moscow. To return to friends, to feel city air, to glance in persons of passers-by and simply to embrace a cat and to fall asleep knowing that in the morning I will be completely at home. And here it is completely not cold, completely not opposite, absolutely not difficult to smile. Let here it is not visible the sky, but after all and should be last day summer?
It's easy for me. Well and easily. Against plays all the same Simply Red, repetitions "Pride and a bias", and around scattered photos of all. And those who nearby, and those who is not present. No, their photos are not present. I do not wish to live more thoughts and them, to recollect them, to feel sorry for myself and to speak, what I unfortunate without them. RIP-it everything that I can I wish to tell to you.
Has said goodbye in roses-they any more do not smell. Has said goodbye in short hair. Has said goodbye to pity to itself. Has said goodbye to the egoism. Has said goodbye to all bad that was then, and now without five minutes autumn and I wish to live differently.
I have thrown out Minaev's books, a photo with it. Slide you to hell. I hate you.

On all wall I have made a collage of photos of my friends and that not happens-any person will not disappear from there. I love and loved all with whom communicated. Otherwise I simply am not able. If I knew addresses of those whom has offended, I would send them huge pies and letters that I was not right. Because I really was not right. I was the girl who thought only of itself, instead of that others feel. Only I do not know addresses, and now me and to hear many do not want. Such as I do not forgive.
The sky of New York has dreamt me. I have understood that let it will be only a dream. I do not wish to live there. I wish to come back there. I any more do not wish to run somewhere. I any more do not wish to throw a problem and to seek safety in flight. I wish to solve problems сдесь and now in a mode non stop. And more than any tears. It is possible to me two months. And it is healthy.
New stage already tomorrow. Itself. All. Has left Litproma, has sworn not to cry because of the daddy, has left from Vova, has thrown out all old things. No. It not a life from a blank leaf. It гениральная cleaning in my head.
Simply I would like, that this autumn came faster. That all became already tomorrow differently. И. I so would like to become again friends with those whom I have offended. People vary. Perhaps will give me one more chance?