Yes,yes, yes. Everything is changing face. Definite ending of pretending. For what. For whom. I'm growing, and don't care in which direction,in my direction.Only this is important and worth something, in my direction,doesn't matter, good or bad. Mine, mine. You can talk shit to me, whatever you want, you can restrain me, mentally, economically, emotionally, physically.I DON't care. Your power is over.Who are you.Who are you, I ask you, who are you. I have my soul, my brain, my will, mys...

Stranger between Russians , stranger between Americans. Whenever I go, I'm the only one, the unique one, the stranger. Whenever I go I have an accent, whenever I go I feel inside of me. Although, i like them , and they like me,/ some of them even too much/ Russians are awesome, / for now/, Americans are O.K, I feel deep sadness today. Everyday afraid that they could discover mine strangeness, and get rid of me, and leave me alone without any connection with the outside world, without any pla...