What should life be at home if a person is dragged to the mountain, to the cave, to the cold, to dangers and difficulties? The BR! I have a cat!"
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Another opinion that has the right to exist. And I am a decent girl, learnt 11 classes, having a very caring mother, and peaceful friends. Graduated from university, drinking sometimes on holidays, but in moderation, for all the years one guy fell asleep drunk in a chair, and so - even no noise, no adventures and failures in the memory of anyone. I started living with the same quiet guy, married two years later, we live. Work, home, sometimes a movie, a cafe. All is well. And I don’t want to enjoy life constantly, every minute, but to get into the storm on a small ship, so that the waves crossed through the deck, and I would get stuck in some shell, standing under the choking rain, and barely holding on my feet, watched the long rope-bound sailors around, and felt alive. To experience fear, and the joy of overcoming it, to fight with fatigue, crawling into the mountain, when it does not matter how I painted and laid my hair, but only what I am really. Do you understand? Not to remember, but to feel. And this is just another opinion too. Everyone will have their own. Why prove to others that you can rest better?