For marathon's diary. Monday. This is part of my language marathon task. Actually I like to write something, maybe I even can say writing is my hobby. However sometimes just I can't show it everyone. This is not about something intimate, but it's just depressive and looked senseless. I'm not ashamed about it. I don't think I must be happy because I want to do something else in my life, something more important than happiness. I understand nobody at least in the Earth wants to read this strange talking about my thoughts but maybe now it doesn't matter what I'm writing here but how I'm doing it. The only reason that I'm here for example is to train myself to understand another language and how it can be used by me to do something.