Funeral

Gosh, I don't want to write this diary so much. How could I make my writing more enjoyable? What to do to make writing it pure pleasure? Music - music is a medicine for everything. I can also write everything as if there was an extraordinary story - then each new entry would seem exciting. So let's check: No major changes in the morning: I didn't want to exercise, I was exhausted, so I was just breathing in tsnia. I returned early 8:30 for a physiological need. I ate the steamers. I advised my mother which dress would be better for the funeral and we went to the clique. On the one hand, I really did not want to go to the clique, on the other hand I thought to myself that I could learn something new in my life. Always choose new ones, as Osho used to say, right. Being in church I was terribly afraid of my joints. Over time, my dad joined me. I listened carefully to what woman my great-grandmother was. She is 96 years old. She raised 8 children in hard times, the most important thing for her was God, faith. And I thought to myself - beautifully, I devoted myself to God, but it is a pity that she lived in such a lie as the Catholic and Christian faith. It is a pity that people do not know the truth I have learned. On the other hand, it makes me feel better than others. After the last year, I have low self-esteem. Maybe because I once recognized myself how wonderful I am. I think so. I felt worse than others, Tearz feels inferior. I stopped in place. However, when I discover something new in myself, I seem to find happiness in it. There is power hidden in the Books, as Ewa Foley says. After the funeral, my dad drove us to Remiza in the new market. I met 14-year-old nephew of Aunt Bozena from the seaside, we also saw them. We ate dinner there, then a moraine and home. At the fire station, I felt like I had lost my good old talk. I didn't know what to talk about. And I was like dr. house. I had a super fast and strong mind. What happened to it, where did it all go? I had good conditions in the house where I spent almost a year and I talked to my grandfather. with people on skype, and now everything seems to be lost ... but we'll get back the good old talk. I don't feel the need to talk to people again, but when I talk I'm glad that I can talk to someone :) I watched the people in the fire station as the poor were destroying their health, they were poisoning themselves: coffee, cola, sweets, cake. What a horrible sight it was for me. Rest at home. It wasn't good for me to drive back home. It was very stuffy in the car. Instead of air conditioning, however, I prefer a tilted window. At home I came over to give him dinner, then I went too, but at one point it spilled terribly and I was incredibly wet. As I laughed, I wanted to hear about this situation: D I also remember a woman who was nice and I lent her my kikji to play with her daughter. Potema even wanted to repay me and give me a lift, but I went with my dad since he already called me and wanted to give me a lift. Ah, how a certain lady laughed at me too when I came wet. I also wanted to laugh: D: D I had an interesting dream last night. How I talked to Max about living together. Surprisingly, he agreed that we should stay in four, as he said. Me, Max, Sandra and Kaja. Interesting dream, maybe it bows me something good :) For now, however, I do not feel strong enough to talk about it with max. Today I learned to write in a diary about what I feel and what I think about the situations experienced during the day