Oh my… I’m so late…

Anyway, good day everyone. Perhaps I’m not the best storyteller, less philosopher, but hope my attempt at writing and thinking won’t fail at all. Because of my age and nebulosity of topic, underwritten text will be just a flow of momentary thoughts, not more. So, let's begin.

As far back as I can remember, my own world has involved a lot of aspects: family, friends, school, traveling, sport, TV, games, books, drawing and many others. I was interested in quite everything around me, that fact brought me some problems, but learning new things was amazing.

Till recently a lot changed, and now I can’t exactly say what I’m interested in. Every day is the same: I wake up, go to school, visit courses, try doing homework, surf the Net and go sleeping. And it’s really boring. Sometimes I want lie on my bed and do nothing, just talking with my snail. I even don’t know what I want to do after school because of my phlegmatic temperament. I immediately need a big aim. Of course, there is one, but it’s too unreal to be a good motivation.

Okay. It’s time to stop my weeping about non-existence. I’m an ordinary person, and there are some things, that I like. And all of them have one small peculiarity: they fill up the emptiness. Everywhere. I draw on quite every empty piece of paper, and my “wry” arms can’t stop me. I sew, because I like looking at wardrobe, which is full of original and colorful costumes. I sing, when stay alone at home, because it’s too quite. And I’m inveterate traveler (for my age, of course). There are still many countries and much place for stickers on my bag.

But nevertheless my life is pretty good. I like this world, despite of many wars, disasters. I love my country. Being Russian, feeling like Russian, thinking like Russian – yes, I’m proud of my birthplace. Unfortunately I won’t catch time, when mankind colonizes space, and that’s my biggest regret.

So… I think that’s all. A little bit chaotic, shortly.  But thank you for attention and have a nice day.