Sunday evening night was at first absolutely fantastic.. then, without the majority of us being aware of it, it turned it out to be sort of a bad nightmare.
But for how I am .. I wanna remember the joy over the sadness and the shock.
I hope all the rest which was bad will be solved. And the more I watch the pics out of that evening in the pub, where all of us so sincerely smile and are having a good time, the more I feel that the whole situation has and can be solved.
Don't wanna really write the detailes, bacause all of us practically did in the last section of this site, the one dedicated to Finsbury Freaks' words.
But in these pics I see people whom I want to meet again.
People who have been healthy and sweet to my heart, and people whom I would like to see happy forever.
When any of you guys won't be happy, you have to know a part of me won't be happy either.
And this, at least in the way my own world spins, it the pure and honest truth.
I don't think I am any strange one, and if I failed towards you Nelly, I did because I didn't get any clue about what was happening within your heart and sensitivity.Not because I wasn't caring. I will always care.
Anyway, to come back to the diary.. the Sunday night was the first night of byes, also to Henry, Sinath and Laura.
When I say or write that I miss you, I am once again fully sincere.
We have to meet again.
For all the time I am gonna bother this planet with my caothic presence, I will keep up hopes I will shake again your hands and rub myself against your cheeks :)
The pics I have from Sunday night in the pub are something I love wholeheartedly :) Thanx.