... Almost a year has passed, then one can also write again what. Not least because it is too long to accommodate at Twitter, and short enough so as not to deter from writing.
Right now my life is very difficult, it is wrong a lot. Lovesick, my job suddenly gone, money problems with terrible plated account anyway. I do not know what will happen after graduation: I will get the PhD scholarship? What will I get for censorship at all for the thesis? And the tests? The heartache with me as a permanent base feel like a personification of everything that makes me sad and burdened, with the money problems are of course on existential. could
So I ran today just before closing in the library to lend me a movie that cheer me up a little and distracted. I frantically pulled DVDs from the shelves, with searching for a film subtitles. In the end, I oriented myself to the illustrations on the covers, it had to be quick: A French film that depicted the front, a dark-haired woman with a serious face. Well, I'm just not funny. The second Russian film, a developing story, apparently also rather serious.
I went to the exit and the first in the subway, I looked more closely at the DVDs, the title of French cinema: J'ai horreur de l'
amour.
Hm Sometimes my subconscious mind sends me a clear message.
