Like all bad writers/bloggers I need something bad happening to be able to write.
I never could write a diary, it's not my type. I don't find my life incredibly interesting to describe every single day in bright colours.
I created this blog when I was on the edge of death, when I was feeling I couldn't breath anymore, when I was watching my life rolling down in the hell.
For the last 5 months I have posted here many random thoughts about friends, about family, about travellings, about Madonna, but of course a lot of them was about me and my broken heart.
So now what?
I survived! I SURVIVED THESE BAD TIMES!
And I don't feel need to write here anymore. About what?
Maybe when I'll go on tour, I'll have more things to speak about. But now...
This is the end.
Or not? ;-)
|... to be continued.|