Anonymous... when you feel stuck between dreams and reality... when you try your best but never succeed... when you know what's right but always take the wrong path... when you feel like you're about to explode but keep silent... . . . At least you know how you feel At least you have a feeling...

Bored... probléms occur everywhere, anytime... each time you feel like you're in your most happiest days, you just fall down. something unknown would hold you back with a punch on your face.... you wouldn't know what's wrong, you wouldn't care about the reason, you wouldn't think about a solution cause after all this is life... you've gotten used to it, you've already had enough... but.... this is not the end, i'm not talking about the famous saying " never give up"... actually right now i would tell you just give up, it doesn't diserve all this worry. i'm actually refering to the moment when you feel so empty and nothing can actually fill this gap inside of your heart.....

To Be Continued... She stopped for a while to change the song she was listening to, it was an old song, but it still her favorite one: "the reason why I said I'm all alone is because while I was reading I felt like the time has stopped, like I entered the story and started living characters' lifes with them. Suddenly, I can feel someone touching me, someone calling me and speaking to me. It was her, the girl sitting behind the girl who was sitting next to my left. She asked me about the novel I was reading, and while I was explaining, the girl sitting next to my left joined the conversation. Well, the talk was a little bit long, so let's just skip it, the important thing is that we found many common things between us, and that's how it started... The moment I've been looking for... The thing I've been waiting for... Now I can call them 'my friends' ". After taking a short glance at her book, she wrote: " the first meeting" then she closed it, turned off the light and went to bed. She is asleep.

To Be Continued... She entered her room as usually and set on the chair, took a pencil and a book, with some music, memories started to fall into her brain: "I remember the day I was sitting all alone reading a book: " swoon" written by Nina Malkin, but actually I wasn't all by myself, the class was full of students, I was sitting between two girls. I remember only the girl who was sitting in my left and there was another girl sitting behind her, I still remember her too".