THE DIARY GAME SEASON 3: BETTER LIFE 18 APRIL 2021 Specifications

I don't know what burdened me with social conventions now, but everything I have written and will write corresponds strictly to reality as I perceive it - there is no absolute truth. So any resemblance to real people or facts is not accidental. As I did not ask anyone's permission to present it here, I did it as anonymously as I could. I apologize to friends who would have liked to be here and who do not seem to be mentioned. The other people who have been in one way or another in contact with me, neither good nor bad, are the ones who didn't matter anyway. Because I also left some accusations, I made the decision to confront the authorities and ask for my file - I will tell you what I will find. So far I haven't been disgusted. I would have liked to put illustrations more related to the content of each page. Sometimes I came back and changed them; I'll do it again. If you have the patience to go back to the pages, you will find them. The illustrations are either from the personal archive or from the google universal. I think that by writing this page I also found out what determined my sincerity - a fence. About this:

It turned out that ...
... I was floating. Somewhere between two worlds. I was in a pleasant dream. Several are stirring around me. From time to time I would come back saying something impudent so that I wouldn't get out of hand. I don't know if the words are really pronounced or I just thought I was. The dream continues beautifully, seas, waters, valleys, mountains, my imagination or reality - I do not know. The blacklist, which had become a part of me, my lists, was gone. I felt free and light. And mountains, valleys, rivers, islands. A floating full of pleasures. Like in a deep sleep, when you are very tired and I am very tired. Sometimes I was interrupted with questions I don't know if I answered. Anyway, they bothered me. A fence had begun to appear. I don't know what color it was, although the visas were colored, almost aievea. However, the fence certainly did not have a political color - red, green, yellow, I realized that I was dealing with the list again, there were two data. I don't know which one I went through and what color they were, I don't know who the people behind the fence were, I didn't see them. After a while, I came back, I woke up from a deep sleep. I became the everyday one again, ready to harden and irritate anyone in two or three words. Not that I ever agreed, but now they were really removed. That's how we got to the destinations - that was with the fence in the specifications.