This morning I got no confidence. Came to school almost dead. The first lesson, I overslept, the only thing that did not allow me to sleep really - him.
I thought about him, almost died. Mood changed every two minutes. Someone shot eyes- and I'm happy, remembering his mocking smile, cunning eyes ... Vova ...
I fucked Natasha's brain with stories about last evening. Today, almost in tears, I do not even know what to do. But I had already done that I could, now it all depends on his decision.
Jeka, however, said that he would not be with me now. Well, if he wants, I'll wait.
And Tim ... what Tim? I stopped felling anything to him after yesterday's.
Yes, I felled in love before, but always continued to love Tim.
Now-empty. And there is nothing. The heart-cold, silence in the soul.
And only the name, the name "Vova" warms me and yells, screams somewhere inside (