I thought that I will follow to sleep ... but when I put my head on pillow I started dream about him one more time...That was like horror. Me next to them , his family, his wife and talk about money... I felt like Diana poor girl inside crazy world where everyone is just looking how to say to me "you don't fit here"...I couldn't sleep because I was angry thinking about him, but the fact that I was thinking about him made me even angrier, and the angrier I became the more I thought about him and I am still angry so you will know what it means.
I decide to write next story. I did coffee at half past three and now I am back.I am back like my best music in my time-worn record player. I think still about him but also I think very distinctly about my trip to Croatia and Izrael. I was planing that trip for a such long time with my friends, they will kill me if I will blast our plans.
Jazzymor make me feel better than anything. I am listening that music and I feel great like on uninhabited island, like in that place where nobody will find me...
