It`s strange that nobody find my viewy blog yet, because it would be a great fail. I`m not going to write about it. I`d like to write about summer, my last summer of childhood. For most of people that sounds nice, but not for me. This summer was the most uninteresting, boring, with many disappointments and sad thoughts. Now it is endind and i don`t know what should i do: enjoy or cry. I don`t want to leave my childhood and it`s so difficut to realize that you `ve already grown up. I`m really afraid of responsibility and difficulties. I`m used to being my dad`s and mom`s daughter. I have a strange character and frail soul if i can say so. It `ll be a real ordeal for me. I don`t want to write that i want or i believe or i hope, because i know that i should. What should i? I think everything is clear. I should try and i should work. Anything else? Certainly ! I should change, moreover i know all my defects..the end, my dears.