Perhaps, I shall write there in English. About my problems, my life.
About that miserable life. Stupid and wretched life. Life without hope, with only one dream. Dream about leaving that place and moving to some European country, like Germany or Hungary.
I live only with the help of that dream. Without dream why should I live?
I always thought and questioned myself: why life is given to me? I don't need it. Life is only burden for me. So heavy and hateful.
I'm not going to say that now my life is too hard. I think my life has just stopped. And that's all. Every week is similar to another. Every day is full of pain and melancholy. Anguish life!