Before every my day of birth I feel awfully. For me all falls down from hands. I feel strong apathy and some of depression. I want nothing to do. I die as if, in order to regenerate as a bird-Phoenix after.

I do not show a kind, I am able to smile for show. And talk that fell badly only in those moments, when already not badly - already quite in any way.

But now I have my personal sun which warms me.

They said, house wherein you are waited. And so gladly to realize that I am waited...

Quite soon... just