To be. To be alive, to live, move and grow somehow, everything in the world in need of support. Little jolt to start
Nothing comes without the help of someone else before
To get your rum with coca visitor needs and barman
to grow a tree you need to put the seed into the ground. Even something that is not responsible for itself during the life still need to get start from someone creator.(When you make a cup of tea, you also considered the creator of this portion of the drink. All we gods for themselves)
Yes, I've got life thanks to (By the way not sure about thanks but still ...) parents and some higher power, but I dont mean just being a vegetable, I mean life
I mean to live. Some kind of foundation and base.
Dear Universe, my name is Karina, but you can call me Karen if is more comfortable for you, but anyway, you should know me. you has created me. so listen um motherfucker, yooiyo and check me out..hah.I'm joking dear universe, so listen, I really love you, you did a great job creating this world, but please, support it a bit.We are your creations, your children and we need your support. We fucking bacteria in the world. fleas on the back of the beast. regression.lonely and abandoned
I think that you, the universe actually a little boy who played in the creator but couldn't breathe in the consciousness of their creations and then just gave up.but usually kids tend to grow up. Whatever it was I want to talk about myself. Yes, arrogantly and selfishly. so, I was born, had quite satisfactory childhood and my parents gave me everything they had. no matter how much. and thank you for what they had and for what I've got. But now, 21. Almost 22. but I feel like 2fucking22. and I have nothing. absolutely nothing/ im nobody actually. but I'm someone. Cuz I'm in love with such beautiful person. I'm sorry but i love him more than you. But you, dear mother nature, should be happy, I'm doing my duty. I love. And back to my monologue, I have a problems. Yeah you know about it and you let it be, but listen,I really have nothing except him, and all I want is to be with him, but to be with him, I should have cash and the possibility to move around the world. cuz he is so far, but so close to me. I don't know what I have to do. My work isn't my mission, that's why is going so bad. Actually I think my mission is to love him. Cuz I can. I'm able. I know for sure how to do it. I can make him happy and it make me happy. so happy. Also I can do so many things but I can't found the ways how to do it, where it needed. Nevertheless I continue to do alone, and such dilettantish, amateur styles but I can do more and you know about it. I love him so much. He is my life. My everything. And i want to use all of my talents to be with him. Without termination without interruptions. Be closer, be together in our togetherness. I would preferred to other problems instead of problems of constant insidious distances and its such hard and expensive overcome. So please, dear universe, help me. Help me to find way out. As you see, people has made such horrible way to be (like 12hours working day, and where to find time to love, to enjoy the life? Cuz it's so hard, to find job with which you can enjoy the life) but I know, I believe, there is definitely have to be my perfect way out. I guess you disappointed of people but please don't leave them alone. We are so vulnerable and stupid. Please, don't leave him. he is so wonderful, such talented person. Have you seen how he knows how to rejoice? Have you seen how he claps his hands? Have you seen with what interest he looks at your world? Do you know how much he hates your world? If you dear universe, one day, will take human shape and visit the Earth then let's meet and I'll tell you about him. It will take several years. he deserve for your support. He too good for this planet, too good too be your creature. Your creatures is nothing but scavengers and crawlers. I want to make you repent. Sounds ridiculous. I know, but I'm hurt for this deserted world .We are born and we cry because we are not happy to be here. Then we enjoy some time that what we have, but then becoming unhappy. Have you noticed? Why? Is it make you happy?
Oh dear universe,
I beg you, help us to find the way to be together.
And i promise, you'll be happy to watching us.
Nothing comes without the help of someone else before
To get your rum with coca visitor needs and barman
to grow a tree you need to put the seed into the ground. Even something that is not responsible for itself during the life still need to get start from someone creator.(When you make a cup of tea, you also considered the creator of this portion of the drink. All we gods for themselves)
Yes, I've got life thanks to (By the way not sure about thanks but still ...) parents and some higher power, but I dont mean just being a vegetable, I mean life
I mean to live. Some kind of foundation and base.
Dear Universe, my name is Karina, but you can call me Karen if is more comfortable for you, but anyway, you should know me. you has created me. so listen um motherfucker, yooiyo and check me out..hah.I'm joking dear universe, so listen, I really love you, you did a great job creating this world, but please, support it a bit.We are your creations, your children and we need your support. We fucking bacteria in the world. fleas on the back of the beast. regression.lonely and abandoned
I think that you, the universe actually a little boy who played in the creator but couldn't breathe in the consciousness of their creations and then just gave up.but usually kids tend to grow up. Whatever it was I want to talk about myself. Yes, arrogantly and selfishly. so, I was born, had quite satisfactory childhood and my parents gave me everything they had. no matter how much. and thank you for what they had and for what I've got. But now, 21. Almost 22. but I feel like 2fucking22. and I have nothing. absolutely nothing/ im nobody actually. but I'm someone. Cuz I'm in love with such beautiful person. I'm sorry but i love him more than you. But you, dear mother nature, should be happy, I'm doing my duty. I love. And back to my monologue, I have a problems. Yeah you know about it and you let it be, but listen,I really have nothing except him, and all I want is to be with him, but to be with him, I should have cash and the possibility to move around the world. cuz he is so far, but so close to me. I don't know what I have to do. My work isn't my mission, that's why is going so bad. Actually I think my mission is to love him. Cuz I can. I'm able. I know for sure how to do it. I can make him happy and it make me happy. so happy. Also I can do so many things but I can't found the ways how to do it, where it needed. Nevertheless I continue to do alone, and such dilettantish, amateur styles but I can do more and you know about it. I love him so much. He is my life. My everything. And i want to use all of my talents to be with him. Without termination without interruptions. Be closer, be together in our togetherness. I would preferred to other problems instead of problems of constant insidious distances and its such hard and expensive overcome. So please, dear universe, help me. Help me to find way out. As you see, people has made such horrible way to be (like 12hours working day, and where to find time to love, to enjoy the life? Cuz it's so hard, to find job with which you can enjoy the life) but I know, I believe, there is definitely have to be my perfect way out. I guess you disappointed of people but please don't leave them alone. We are so vulnerable and stupid. Please, don't leave him. he is so wonderful, such talented person. Have you seen how he knows how to rejoice? Have you seen how he claps his hands? Have you seen with what interest he looks at your world? Do you know how much he hates your world? If you dear universe, one day, will take human shape and visit the Earth then let's meet and I'll tell you about him. It will take several years. he deserve for your support. He too good for this planet, too good too be your creature. Your creatures is nothing but scavengers and crawlers. I want to make you repent. Sounds ridiculous. I know, but I'm hurt for this deserted world .We are born and we cry because we are not happy to be here. Then we enjoy some time that what we have, but then becoming unhappy. Have you noticed? Why? Is it make you happy?
Oh dear universe,
I beg you, help us to find the way to be together.
And i promise, you'll be happy to watching us.
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