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I was fucking furious at some of my best friends, relatives and friends last week after reading a bunch of commentaries.

How dare you help me when I haven't asked for your help? Don't you know me better? Do you honestly think I would ask for your help here, at my blog? Don't I call you, don't I call you when if I need help? Don't I call, anyways? Come on, people, I'm tougher than you think. Read this stupid blog more and see it for yourselves.

What I need is PEOPLE. I need company, I need lightness and encouragement. Generally, what I need is what I most often get from Hopey's Inn and Pegula: some understanding and occasional compliment (if I wrote something they really like).

So, to my dearest Manuttko:
(To paraphrase his words) Jebo i ja tebe. Ever & For ever. Like Elvis says to Clarence in True Romance: I always liked, Clarence. I always will.

I always loved you and always will. You do me too. You are the alternative, better, version of myself, I feel. You're also my Id, my forgotten memories.

S-Man, I don't know you, do I? To you, with love (!): Nabijen te nakurac.
You've appeared outta nowhere couple of weeks ago & I don't think for a moment I believe you've read all my blog, cause there's a lot of it. So, how come you dare assume you know me? If we ever meet in person, I'd enjoy talking and getting drunk with you. Take that as a compliment, because it is, but choose your vocabulary more careful when commenting here, because I'm oh, so sensitive.