I Fckin Love It When My American/uk Homies Say "oh, U R Russian, Teach Me Some Cursed Words Pls" And

I fckin love it when my american/uk homies say "oh, u r russian, teach me some cursed words pls🙏" and then just see "ь" in the word "blyat' " and their reaction is always "what the actual fuck".

i hate my birthday so fuckin much.

since 2020. it's always been something that i really dislike, but still waiting for.

at first it was "pfft why i need to answer all these people on their congrats. they just behave the way they are supposed to, not because they love me or something." but then it turns into more terrible, disgusting days, than in previous years. over and over again. i thought, that i just can't see any advantages and good moments here, like, it's only my problem. but no. now my every birthday is only my routine, problems that i need to solve, conflicts that arise even on this day. and im tired. i hate all of this. and even when someone worries about that, about my condition, i still hate it. because i know that everyone is lying to me on my birthdays, and i don't believe any of their kind words.

mostly i think it's all because im just not a child anymore. everything was easier when i was a kid than it is now, but anyway. i hate my family issues and the fact, that only i can change my birthdays and their atmosphere.

my philosophy of life is that it's important to understand your birthday's meaning. it's important to understand, that if you wasn't born, you can't see, feel, do anything, can't reach your goals, dreams and etc.

but it's just hard for me to celebrate this day every fuckin year. it's difficult to understand, that i didn't do anything worthwhile, but i'm older, than i was yesterday, and one day im going to die for some reason and that will be the end. i need to think less about it, perhaps. maybe one day that will change...but right now, i hate my birthday and i have enough reasons for that.

I’ll surely make some change, but here you go for a start. Lucifer is healing Sam with his grace <3

больше нет никакого метафорического «лета», есть просто месяцы — август, июль и июнь

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