Монолог - Жизнь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do you know when I broke, anon?

Probably at 12, when instead of parallel mashka, instead of parallel - has boobs in the summer of the industry - as all the Erokhins did, I read the book in the classroom.

Probably at 13, when instead of thumping with friends, I played computer games. Dad then looked at this garbage and sent me on my birthday with a friend in a cafe so that I would at least try alcohol. Funny and sad.

Probably at 14, when I realized that I was in vain dreaming of becoming an astronaut. After all, people have a fuck on space, they want a special-quoter-a-sequar, but not fly to cold stars. But I believed the fucking science fiction writers. He believed that the time of starships would come. Colonies. Flights. Alien - but already belonging to the people of the sky with other constellations. And that year I ate chocolate tiles and roared in a pillow, like a little girl from unrequited love. I remember I decided to admit to her for the New Year. It was snowing. I hardly made my way through the overloaded network, admitted a braided tongue ... And in response I got my first "you like my brother." Since then, I have often heard it.

Probably at 15, when all my classmates knew firsthand what sex was. And Dad sent me to the women with his acquaintance, lol. True, the whore did not work out, Lal. Probably, my father did not want me to feel flawed. Dad just wanted a normal son to grow up.

Probably at 16, when his brother hanged himself. And I felt my guilt.

No, anon, I'm sorry. I know that most likely it was worse. They didn’t poison me, did not rot, did not fuck. I even had friends. True, now I am already an adult and is able to overtake and get myself without third -party help. At the same time, I forgot how to communicate with people. And I don’t know why other people live. After all, they have some goal in life. And I never found mine. Love? Come on, anon. This is the most dumb fuck that people came up with. She will raise you to heaven, like a drill of Simon, and then fucks with all over the earth. So that you crawl, collecting yourself on the shreds, to glue from the strokes (including from the strokes of the Pukan) hope. And again fucks you.

Yes, I know I am a whiner fucking. You can throw shit.

Maybe I just gave up already. I have not read science fiction for a long time. They went fuck, the fagots who once gave me faith in space.

Do you know how I did NG? I go to bed fuck. Yes, yes, I shocked - even here, on AIB, that Kokok, the new cat Ninuzhin. But in fact, a week before him, I am hysterical, like a pmsnitsa. Because I remember how in childhood the New Year was a fairy tale. The Christmas tree, the smell of needles and tangerines, candles, excitement, when you unfold the gift. And every fucking time when this bitch date creeps up to you, you're lying. And you are waiting. You wait for a fairy tale as in childhood. You will meet a thrust, find a goal in life, you will be happy, you will become healthy. And then you get tired of waiting. And go to bed. With the thought of suicide. As usual. And as usual, you are not killed. But what if...? Well, suddenly something good will happen. Some day. After all, it should, right?

You cynically fuck the anons that the chan is not needed, the meat hole is overestimated. But you want anon. Deep inside, you even hide this desire from yourself. After all, this is shameful for Barda. But still you want. Not even fucking. Not boobs. Not Deepthroat-a and Hardcor sex.

Heat. Caresses. To stroke the head, fucking, and hugged. Because you are cocky. In order to let them know that you are not alone, and for some reason someone is needed, except for mom and dad. That's just fairy tales remained in books.