industrieschornstein

Well, I gues I need to complet this journal, or, mabe, update it. I hate unfinished buissnes. So, here is a continue, It's been four years now. Over the years I found joy in writing and so I started a book about a frendship, a very strong frendship, grown over time. Three young addults drawn together, all likley minded and equally brocken, or shoud I say.. not accepted. I hope to finish this project soon. Mabe someone will understand. Now, back to why I am writing here. First, while I am writing, I wunder, why am I thinking and writing in english.. I only spent 2 years on a english school, but that chanched me completly. Anyway, I gues this

I wunder why it is so hard to make frends, and why it is even harder to keep them.... I was drunck again, added that girl on Facebook (that girl from the train) and it turned out that she was still mad at me. Well, she told me to stopp and blocked me on FB emedeatly after that. She is the 2nd female who blocked me on FB, and the 8th who told me, she doesn't want any contact with me anymore. 8 beautifull young females... I'm very pissed of again, everything I start ondly turns to dust, turns to ash, just like a curse upon me. If you calculate this statisticaly thats 8 female in 5 years, with makes about 1.6 female a year. Every fucking contact