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April 20, 2007 by Secret Literary Diary of Malte
I need a help from the mankind. I still believe in kindness of the People. So I expect some guidance from the wise and sympathetic souls. Question is: I feel completely dead inside. What should I do. Any suggestions? Sincerely, Me
August 12, 2006 by Secret Literary Diary of Malte
First, what i want to say is: I don't understand why i can't upload images into my blog anymore. I don't like it this way. It doesn't work anymore--maybe now I'm doing something incorect, but I don't think so. Would be grateful if somebody tell me what's wrong. I need the images and photos here. Desperately. Second, it is kind of tiring to check if my spelling is always corect/ because I use to write fast and checking words in the dictionary distracts me/ so please don't send me this kind...
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 thrustwor...
I hate this week of disappointment. I hate this week of disappointment. I hate this week of disappointment. I hate this week of disappointment. I don't have any plans. I don't have any plans. Nobody between nothing. I need your bright soul. I need it. I need you. I shouldn't . Everything I shouldn't I need. I hate this week , I hate it. Think about me. Think about me. I am disappearing in the midle of my room. In the midle of my room ,on the peak of the night I. In the midle of my dis...
December 1, 2004 by Secret Literary Diary of Malte
Ok, this isn' t a nice city. This isn't a nice mounth. This is a mounth of panic. This is a mounth of decay . I know it, but I'm keeping peace. I didn't have a sleep since a week. I didn't have a sleep during the night. I feel amazing in this town, I admire this city and I can't feel myself. I have lost myself between this low houses of this town, among this flat landscape, between my inexpressible new life. Between my inexpressible no-life. I can't find any difference between a dre...
December 1, 2004 by Secret Literary Diary of Malte
I feel ghastly. I live in a dark room. I never have a day. In my room is always night. I didn't see the sun since 2 mounths. Since I live here. Today I met one person in elevator. It was a Indian man with a small, dirty dog. He wanted to make a acquaintance with me in spanish. I know that is meaningless, but later i couldn' t find my floor. I live on the first floor, first floor surrounded by Maxicans.