2014 m. rugsėjo 10 d., trečiadienis

My romance with my english teacher

I will tell you about one even in my life long time ago.
 
Well I fell in love with an older woman. She was like 6 years older then me. so I started to talk with her and spend my time with her. I bough her flowers and candies and presents. but there was a great problem. she was married at that time. but oh well, not a big deal since her husband worked in another country at that time. so to make a long story short, I was able to get into close friendship with her. and not too long time after that I was able to take over her. she started to cheat on her husband with me. since her husband was non attractive looser with glasses (rather scopes) and wasn't good in a bed. so we enjoyed our relationships for like a month. and then her husband returned so she asked me to leave her alone and never talk with anyone about what happened between us. and yes she still was my english teacher at that time (that explains why my english is so bad. because I more often fucked my teacher instead of studying, but oh well..). so we had to pretend that nothing happened between us. she quit me after her husband returned from Italy. but yet I really loved her... and soon it was summer vacation. 3 monts passed. I haven't seen her for all those 3 long months. I really missed her. when studies finally begun again I was very happy because I though I will be able to see my beloved english teacher again. but then I heard a rummor that she's pregnant. and I thought "oh shit who did trashed my beloved teacher like that?! who dared?!". I talked with her one day after school. she asked me to forget about what happened between us back then and she said that her husband made her pregnant. that looser with scopes...
 
well I decided to end that shit. I didn't wanted pregnant women. like who would want to love trashed female? eww.. all love in my heart for her suddenly vanished. vaporized. disapeared.
 
so I never wanted to see her anymore. but then another shit happened. another day her husband, who was my chemistry teacher heard those nasty rummors about my little romance with his wife! he became very very angry and very dangerous! one day he couldn't controll himself and attacked me in a school corridor! he beated me with fists, he was mad and I had to defend myself somehow! he was bigger than me and he punched me and kicked me and acted like hes mad! so by defending myself I kicked him really hard into his balls. then he fell and started to shake and white foam came out of his mouth. but just to be sure he won't attack me again I stomped him like 10 times and additionally jumped on his head to make sure he won't attack me anymore. you know, it was all self defence. then ambulance arrived and took him into a hospital.
 
after this terrible event a great scandal begun. this story became public. I was kicked out from school, my chemistry teacher lost his job and balls (his crushed balls were surgicaly removed from his body) and my pregnant english teacher commited suicide for some reason.
 
and so now after so many years I feel.. something like guilt deep in my heart.. like it was somehow my fault. I know this is silly, but sometimes I m thinking that maybe if I didn't interrupted between them maybe it wouldn't have ended like this... I know its stupid to blame myself but I do regret it for some reason. I feel like they would have been ok if not me. but oh well, sometimes its happening, not like I could do something about that. so I m just trying my best to not blame myself... my poor english teacher, why did she killed herself.. she was such a beauty...
 
so this is my biggest regret of my life.

2014 m. rugsėjo 9 d., antradienis

Suicide

It is very hard to understand the reason why a human being would choose to disapear by his own will. Why would he or she walks away from life just like this? And leaves his/her family and friends suffering...
 
A week ago my old friend who I knew for decades since our childhood choosed to end his own life.
 
He turned on his cars engine in a closed garage without proper ventilation system. Half an hour passed and he fell to sleep. And he never woke up anymore...
 
He left a letter. I never got a chance to see what was written in that letter... A tragedy for all his family and friends. Everyone who knew him can't understand why did he done such a thing.. He always been a happy person, filled with the joy of life. At least everyone remembers him this way..
His mother and father and his brother are still in shock. This sunday I was in his funeral...
Everybody cried. Since he was my friend since our childhood I wonder what should I do? Should I pretend to be sad or something? should I pretend that I care and try my best to cry as everybody else? Because I m not sure what should I do since its not like I'd give a single fuck you know...