The Death of My Best Friend

I remember the old days that my mother used to say "Please do not say forever". this is true. Unless things that happened to me change my life to this day, I do not think it is true. I am very cold when I grow up. I think that it was not a stubborn girl who always cries after a man like a nail break or wearing her sleeve. I always leave things to myself and I will do some day to see I cry. Most people just think that I am not a human being. Crying is not something I am accustomed to, but I do not know if there is an example that I can shed the sea.

I am urgent to write. When I was 21, I died before I was born (There is an opportunity to live in Zaiceva Hospital thanks to the resurgence team in Zagreb in 1980). Or, at the age of 57, I saw the moment my father died of cancer, and I sat all day. Because I died a lot, this is a story about death. Survivors of lung cancer are running after thinking that they are being panting as "I really should stop smoking" which is a case of liver transplantation which continues smoking, running after the bus and drinking alcohol. Alcohol, this temperament can lead to aggression and violence, but people who are worried about him will not stay on their body at the end, or spirit who is depressed will take contraceptives Please avoid the real problem of her / his misfortune until after you medicine

I have had lots of things since I started this blog, but chose to share most of it. One of my close friends, the wedding of the other best friend, and my purpose of finding a date on this occasion died. I became my first uncle, and I had a hard time commemorating the 1st anniversary of my biological father's death. All these occurred to me, and for whatever reason I always put it there. I will not do this. I think that many people care about what I experienced. I do this because I think many people have experienced similar things. Whenever I post more personal posts, I will say "I will experience the same thing I watch comments like "I did it." . Such a thing supports the feelings when I started a blog, my story is not a unique story but a shared story, because someone has experienced this story. .