This is literary diary of bizzare person from Europe - now living in L.A
Published on May 7, 2006 By Secret Literary Diary of Malte In Blogging
I'm afraid. I'm in the panic. Can't sleep, can't do anything. Now I want to do everything just to escape from this fear, from this panic.
Where are you??? Where are you???
I'm waiting forth day, looking at doors, if anybody from you will come, if you will come
You know, that your eyes, are burning me like a fire,
when i'm looking in your eyes, the day starts.

I love you.
I know I'm nobody. I know I have no job. I know I'm hopeless. I know I have a bad accent. I know I'm not thrustworthy lier. I know, I don't care about myself, I don't eat well, I smoke too much, I know I'm wasting my life, wasting myself. I know, one can only despise me.
But not you, please, but not you.
Can't stand it. I want to die. Please, come, come, come, and I will be fine.
I haven't seen anybody since 4 days,. I'm sitting here, in this huge house completely alone, I don't know why I'm waking up, for what, for what.
You said, "if there was no you, I would do again what I did 6 years ago". And I also would do it. And I also.Without hesitance.
Don't leave me.I can't stand it.
You are , no, I can't say it.I can't sleep.Please, come and take me away from here, forever.

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