Yuna's Journal

5:36pm: man skjiet
izrādās ka ir tik vienkārši..
bet patiesībā - nav ne maz!!

6:40pm: mani tikko izjaaja

pateica ka vemt gribas ar mani runaajot un ka es esmu bezkauniiga kuce 34 cilveeku priekshaa

un ka manos 20 man jau vajadzeetu iemaaciities BAIDIITIES

man!!!baidiities!!! no kaut kaada loosera!!! kursh savaa dziivee ir sasniedzis mazaak nekaa es savos 20!!!

bet taa bravuura man izmaksaaja dreboshas rokas un sausu muti, tachu tas lai paliek man.un vinjsh ir tas kam ir jaabaidas!!!jabaidas no manis! jo pazemojot mani patieshaam ir jaauzmanaas!jauzmaanaas kaa tik tas nemaksaatu paaraak daargi!!!

6:53pm: ALONE
ALONE
by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.