So, this is my first fucking entry to my fucking journal in my fucking account.
And... I don't have any fu... Okeey, stop. Again.
No, no, no, no. It's not what you thinking.
I was so scared that night. I dreamed about parrot without wings.
That's the beginning.
So many circumstances. No regret. Not at all.
It brought me to the point. And finally I knew.