A life where others are happy and I'm not, because I don't deserve it, because all I have is not that, not for eternity, it will disappear under the cloud. I want mine. A life where there is joy. Participation in a legitimate business, such as working in an office with a good qualification, which also needs to be earned and earned with the help of quality training. Alex Ive did not know what he could regret, who to understand and forgive, but all the people except him, all the things that lay near him, did not mean more to him than he did. It, they are only foreign objects. Just out of selfishness, out of self-belief, he had no idea what he wanted to say bad sentences about, who he thought indecent thoughts about. The guy took pictures with their energy - different, but at the same time, and not always good, gave the package with the captured negative at the discretion of Walter burrow, and he returned everything to the processing for a positive, but the emotions of photographed pedestrians and car drivers, accidentally caught in the frame, and remained on film, as if spellbound. He was not sorry for those who were trapped in evil, because his life had meaning. Why would he do such a heinous act, the response was not none, even with him.
Veronica Tence - a girl, a Alex Iyes’s dear friend, which he left, was supposed to go to his parent's house, but was afraid to do the wrong thing, waited two weeks, until I came her familiar Jack Waiton and Bengalius Cheshkerton to whom she recounted the whole history of communication with each other.
She disliked one frivolous date 01.04. every year, because people still work, but at work have time to celebrate the free three hours for two liters of tea and five packs of confetti. As if new year, only with silly jokes and actions.
I'm not celebrating. I do not celebrate either at school or at home, on the street or in transport, just because of my habit of being optimistic in my own way. I have music in the playlist, but I rarely turn it on, I don't have personal headphones because I don't have them, I don't have a laptop and a phone because they're broken by someone else. But I have me, I'll stay with himself, but for the life manage to do good to people who don't consider me special, I mean "friend".
Any word necessary to explain any action should be interpreted in the way that they will understand. And the first of April is an equal holiday for everyone, but not for me. I'm not celebrating. I don't like being a media character, not mine... she said.
- In man, in his being, there must be a distinctive feature, a spark, a feature by which it is possible to determine that he is he, she is she, and not someone else, namely he, it is she. It just has to be that way. Nothing else. Go to the person, ask who he/she is, and it becomes clear who you are, and why... added Bengalius.
- A man without memory is mad. Because memory is everything. Do you remember yourself? Remember your first birthday? Remember the very first of April? What was your first pet's name? What was your father's name? What was your mother's name? There are good parents.
- Photos will remind you of this, of course, if you have them. If you have few of them, it's not scary... Veronica replied.
- It is terrible when someone spoiled your holiday in the very first first of April, having told something unsuitable. Or someone took a picture of you from afar, standing on the balcony, when you were drinking tea, sitting at the table, in the kitchen, listening to music in the playlist and dancing to the rhythm. It is unpleasant, but there are people for whom there is nothing special in your behavior, or at all - on the contrary, there is the most interesting. Here it is, a distinctive something that you do not think about during periods of your emotions, feelings and experiences... Jack remembered.
Chapter seventh.
"- I don`t believe, I am not responsible for the actions of other people, I do not ask other people to help me, I do not demand their pity from them".
- And what does you are doing now or often, when you stay along, in the darkness and full aloneness, in the helplessness?
- I decide my problems self, myself, without the parts, without the barriers, without the false-friendship. help.
- What is it "friendship"? Even you can not to fall to the dark, knowing, what somebody will can, could help you in a hard minute. Is it true? Really?
- May be, but everything can start the unfortunate and different hardness, if you will do not something in the time, getting the other`s help and partical broken tips..."
It was our friendly e-mail messages. He is in Darlington, I am Irkutsk. He was all write, I was know-nothing in that".
"Hey, pa, look, I`m dreaming...
My dad once told something for me.
I can`t stop screaming.
"I don`t know how, but I can`t help you.
Are you can to see?
Are knew something new?"
Hey, pa, look, I`m dreaming...
I can`t stop screaming.
I should go along.
Situation was changeless,
And something happened afternoon.
I felt the egoistic stress.
When you staid the strange man,
I understood, I`m stand on the pass...
I only wanted say it to them,
I feel my homelessness...
Hey, pa, look, I`m dreaming...
I can`t stop screaming.
Going on the road, I self forgive.
And with it I can`t live.
"Work don`t like me",
It again can`t be..."
Chapter eighth.
16/01/2016. 09:35. I woke up and waited in the window. The snow going on together with the rain, but it is so cold, what after that I dressed up warmly. Thinking about other things, I returned to the past time, when I started my job. I looked, how people did not understand anything at all.
The fact is that all the benefits come from great difficulty, and any bad person can destroy these benefits.
However, people do not believe that for life or for these benefits must be fought, if they are mined by honest labor. In fact, all dishonest people get it easily and without any thoughts of conscience.
"- What happens to a person with heart pain?
- Such a person begins to gloat over others for fun and to feel the joy of their pain, because he himself was once so...
For example, you created a company, which helps people, or you wrote a handbook on plant care.
And besides you, nobody needs these things. Anyone can spit on it, throw it in a bucket, even without the thought that this was achieved with the help of some great work. You give people a book, and you know that it will wipe one place".