Greetings.
My name is Andrey Zhdanov, aged 23 at the moment.
Born in Saint-Petersburg city, Russia (don't really think it could be lies,
yet I don't remember the moment itself). Currently occupied,
not married, not even in dreams. Living in an old type of "communist" house
with a wide arrange of neighbours right on your doorstep,with parents and brother
(thanks I now have a sep room anyway).
Quite a sensitive info I gave by now, even without further details.
However, if someone had / would have malicious intents against me,
they'd found me easily without these text notes, so who gonna care.
And even more than that, I expect the only person who'd read this in future -
that'll be me, so it's just something to remember and nothing new.
Right, Andy?
Okay now, on to the topic. Why am I doing this? Came outta nowhere.
5 minutes ago (or something) I've just put 'blog' on Google and later on
I stuck here, typing these letters with a feeling of "being a stupid or,
at least, silly person" in the background. I'm not even sure: if the language
I chose... - do I actually speak it? I do not pretend to be grammatically accurate,
but I also could mess up words. Sorry. But it must be enough to understand
what my thoughts are, therefore it will do the trick.
I'm a strange guy. Supposedly. A bit more than a month from now, back in
time, I was sitting at the same PC and I was creating this steam group.
I tried to explain this to myself as I had a need to make a bit more space
to manage my "gaming". What kind of stupid task that is? Thing is,
"gaming" is quite practically the only thing I do for last couple of years.
I always been egoistic more than enough, as I could judge it.
Of course, there were (are) other people, and I do care for them too,
trying to make myself usefull from time to time, and such. But...
The impact which I have on people around me is far smaller than
the one I have on myself. Ugh... Probably should put it in a suitable form:
I always been... reflective. Too much reflective. So here's how I ended up here.
...Funny.
I like texts. I like typing texts. Not mechanically, though.
I mean, I like to put my thoughts on paper or on screen. This way.
I can "virtually" put away something out of my head, and... Stop
thinking about it, my guess. And, with most recent course of my
life, I think I really need this. So, I'll do this. I'll do this blog.
It's zero use for people who are not me. Strange way of saying it.
No, really. Thing is, I'm a man who needs to talk from time to time.
We all do (humans huh). My case problem is that I reduced my
human surroundings to a very small count of men and women,
and I comprehend that they are fed up with my cheap talks already.
You (someone else) may read this, of course, but I cannot imagine
any scenario why would you.
The recordings will keep on being public accessibility.
I do this without some purpose, I just don't know why I shouldn't
make it public if it's an interwebs blog. Oh, well.
Here's the last part of this. I did it before.
Meaning typos, memos, notes. Hell, I even have
a handwritten diary. Stopped writing at age of 20.
The last recording was a single word, and this word
is something you don't want in your newspaper.
When I read those, I understand that I keep on circling
around the same things. Over and over. For years.
And I never seemed to "heal".
Something's not quite right with my personality.
Read books. Tried psychologist. Even did some exercises
to "unchain" myself. Always been a kind of failure.
Gotta start over and see where it's going now.
For my own part, regret nothing. Lived life,
free from compromise... wait, it's from another book.
I'm sorry.
My name is Andrey Zhdanov, aged 23 at the moment.
Born in Saint-Petersburg city, Russia (don't really think it could be lies,
yet I don't remember the moment itself). Currently occupied,
not married, not even in dreams. Living in an old type of "communist" house
with a wide arrange of neighbours right on your doorstep,with parents and brother
(thanks I now have a sep room anyway).
Quite a sensitive info I gave by now, even without further details.
However, if someone had / would have malicious intents against me,
they'd found me easily without these text notes, so who gonna care.
And even more than that, I expect the only person who'd read this in future -
that'll be me, so it's just something to remember and nothing new.
Right, Andy?
Blog?
5 minutes ago (or something) I've just put 'blog' on Google and later on
I stuck here, typing these letters with a feeling of "being a stupid or,
at least, silly person" in the background. I'm not even sure: if the language
I chose... - do I actually speak it? I do not pretend to be grammatically accurate,
but I also could mess up words. Sorry. But it must be enough to understand
what my thoughts are, therefore it will do the trick.
I'm a strange guy. Supposedly. A bit more than a month from now, back in
time, I was sitting at the same PC and I was creating this steam group.
I tried to explain this to myself as I had a need to make a bit more space
to manage my "gaming". What kind of stupid task that is? Thing is,
"gaming" is quite practically the only thing I do for last couple of years.
I always been egoistic more than enough, as I could judge it.
Of course, there were (are) other people, and I do care for them too,
trying to make myself usefull from time to time, and such. But...
The impact which I have on people around me is far smaller than
the one I have on myself. Ugh... Probably should put it in a suitable form:
I always been... reflective. Too much reflective. So here's how I ended up here.
...Funny.
Whatsoever plans.
I mean, I like to put my thoughts on paper or on screen. This way.
I can "virtually" put away something out of my head, and... Stop
thinking about it, my guess. And, with most recent course of my
life, I think I really need this. So, I'll do this. I'll do this blog.
It's zero use for people who are not me. Strange way of saying it.
No, really. Thing is, I'm a man who needs to talk from time to time.
We all do (humans huh). My case problem is that I reduced my
human surroundings to a very small count of men and women,
and I comprehend that they are fed up with my cheap talks already.
You (someone else) may read this, of course, but I cannot imagine
any scenario why would you.
The recordings will keep on being public accessibility.
I do this without some purpose, I just don't know why I shouldn't
make it public if it's an interwebs blog. Oh, well.
Kind of a conclusion, because all of this comedy
already makes me feel sad, and it should be ended
as soon as possible.
Here's the last part of this. I did it before.
Meaning typos, memos, notes. Hell, I even have
a handwritten diary. Stopped writing at age of 20.
The last recording was a single word, and this word
is something you don't want in your newspaper.
When I read those, I understand that I keep on circling
around the same things. Over and over. For years.
And I never seemed to "heal".
Something's not quite right with my personality.
Read books. Tried psychologist. Even did some exercises
to "unchain" myself. Always been a kind of failure.
Gotta start over and see where it's going now.
For my own part, regret nothing. Lived life,
free from compromise... wait, it's from another book.
I'm sorry.
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