Kifffia

I regret not printscreening my old journals while they were still complete. Now they don't make much sense. I'd like to keep this thing going, but sadly, there doesn't seem to be much to hold on to anymore. It's a pity because this site has been like my second home since I was 15 and I wanted to keep the record for longer. Even though I moved to another site long before the change came, I saw my DA journals as a diary. It was nice to look back and see what music I listened to or what I read at the time. My entire adolescence and early adulthood. Gone...lost... nihil nada nothing nichts. Only tiny notes that I don't remember what they referred to. Thanks for nothing. I still don't have a heart to delete entire account but somehow I feel like I should close this chapter for good and move on.

Aaaa... Untie me from this chair and stop feeding me gold and zircons. I'm sure there are other ways to earn a bread than fighting with gravity in 30°C. Or should I take it as a tropical country simulator? * Here we go...I feel like a normie now...

..I've ever seen. I should be writing an essay but the truth is that I've been struck by lightning and can't really focus on anything else. There was only one movie so far that left as immense impression on me as Love Exposure did. I watched it full 4 hours in a row till 2:00 AM and despite that I wished it didn't end yet. I still can't stop thinking about it. It was so fascinating. At first, these series of unbelievably hilarious scenes then absolutely lovely, enchanting romance (that looked SO promising!) and suddenly BANG! - next two hours of suffering and pure evil of mind control that gave the whole movie completely different meaning a