И не хочется сдержанной быть и обыкновенной, когда ты это бешенство запускаешь по венам...
Sometimes there are such moments in my life, when I can't stop thinking in English. Actually, I really like English, but sometimes it become as a second mother-tongue. Stupid, maybe. But maybe there are one more reason. Maybe when I'm trying to change the language I'm trying to change something in my life, to make it more perfect, for example. Nevermind. But I actually love this feeling. Have you ever felt something like this?
I'm trying to change something in my life,