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This isn't a blog with story. Every post is different from the old one. That's a diary, memoirs, about different situations, stories and memories. That's my way to say about my feelings at the moment.
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czwartek, 12 lipca 2012

You will try to believe that's a truth.


I didn’t kill people. I didn't look when they die. And I never say that this was true…
I was a killer. I kill with experience without pain. Fast.
My first victim was a teenager. That was my boyfriend. I was a seventeen - years - old girl then. His death was necessary. My second victim was innocent. That was my mother. I was a eighteen - years - old girl then. Her death was necessary.
My third victim was young. That was a child. Young girl. I was a vampire then and I wanted her blood. That was necessary for me to life.
I still remember it today. My first murder. I remember talking to him. We were in my room. We watched film and ate popcorn. My mother was in the cafe. Sheas a waitress and worked at night. So in my house we were alone. My room is small but cosy. He was safe. He told me:
"I’m bloody lucky."
"Why?" I asked him.
"Because I have got you. He answered.
And I killed him then. Fast. He felt nothing. I hope.
2 years ago I went to the cafe. I wanted to help with work and spend time with my mother. The weather was terrible. Sun wasn’t shining and a cold wind was blowing. I was sad because I didn't win the competition so I wanted to make something that could kill my sadness.
My mother was a beautiful women. She always wore dress and comfortable shoes. She seldom cries because she always smiles and tells me:
"Katniss! Enjoy happiness every day!"
Yes. That's good idea but not for me.
I sold cakes when she came to the cellar. She didn’t come back so I went there too. She cried and I killed her then. Fast. I didn’t want to see how my mother cried.                                                                                                                                                         I come to the amusement park last week. I met a young girl there. She was cute and she was like my mother when she was a five - years - old child.
I come to the circus whit them. When her grandmother went to buy a tickets, the girl give me a blue balloon.
I killed her then. Fast.
Today, I try live like a normal girl. I go to school every day. I run, go to the swimming pool and library. I have got a new friend and family. Now, I live with my uncle and aunt in Arizona...
My past was difficult to understand but my future will be extraordinary.
I believe that's a truth. Yes. I’ll try... 


You crazy world. 

Memoirs.

I have a dream. I want to forget your name. I want to forget everything. Every word, every promise and every moment how I spent with you. Reportedly I deserve better.
I became your doll who believed in every promises. I was stupid. You didn't tell me the truth. Never and I waited. Day. Week. Month. Year.
I tried to understand your decision. I tried to catch air and hear the beating of your heart. I did everything but you didn't understand and I promised myself that I will learn to lie. I learned how to say everything what I wanted. Every lie was hard for me but I'm doing this for you. For love. Propably...                       
I fell down. I drank and took everything because that promised me, fast and calm death - no pain, no blood, no you.
I spend a lot of time in the white room without windows. Reportedly this was a hospital for people like me. Ill. Lonely. Addicted.
You were my death. Every kiss and touch of your hand. Your body, eyes and smile. That all were me illness. A memories were drugs.
2 years ago, my mentor told me:
"You must forget."
2 years ago oblivion became my dream. I did everything: I drew a colorful pictures, read books, ran and learned new things but nothing was helped me.
My mentor gave me a notebook last year. I began to write. I wrote everything about what I wanted to forget. That was my therapy. My first notebook became an ash. I threw away the notes into fire and I looked how my memories were burning. My second notebook I lost. I haven't wrote my third notebook. I didn't have strength. Now, I believe that I will forget...
"I need this
I need the darkness
the sweetness
the sadness
the weakness
I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
Angel sweet
Love of my life"
You weren't my addiction. Never. Now. I know it.

My addiction is LOVE. 

I need this.