At Least For The Evening To Forget And Dance!

A 20-year-old girl writes to you, who, of course, has problems - everyone has them. Bigger or smaller. I have both types, I went through depression, loneliness, bastards at school ... through poverty and ridicule to the death of relatives and even peers. For my little life experience, I have encountered too much pain. But tonight I went home, made myself a long coffee, lit a cigarette, sat warmly in front of the stove, and played music, hummed to myself, and cried out in my mind, "Don't look at depression, it's true, life can be black, maybe tomorrow I won't have money for a waffle, maybe now I'm alone ... .... But I'm healthy and straight, I'm young - I have a whole life ahead of me ... And if life is colorful, I I will color it as I want! (In orange, which is not: D). Tonight no depression !!