Well, I know I´ve said one hundred times that 13 is my lucky number - it is; at least I´m confident of it - but there are always some exceptions; you know.

I think I should be specific. I find out that I HATE (you read correctly), really hate young thirteen old children (especially girls and especially two of this kind ).

They act like some ignorant people and they don´t appreciate no piece of advice which are given them by those who are more experienced than they are.

They just think that they´re perfect, their stories are perfect, everybody likes them (I mean evyrybody likes their stories) and if there is someone who doesn´t it is a mistake of MATRIX.

I know they´re young , I know I should be more tolerant but... on the other hand they should respect the fact that we try to help them. Yes, we ARE critical (well, I know that I´m NOT so much but even so ) but I think that our critics are full of good tips how to improve their texts. There aren´t any sentences as "you are a bitch" an so on...

And why am I writing it here? To be honest it´s because there is no danger that they´ll read it. (Well, I´m not sure they would recognize themselves but who knows... )

And there were also nice critics on THEM (people, who thinks they´re perfect etc. ). So I had to write something similar.

This journal is something like a silent scream. I´m full of these feelings too long and I was afraid that if I don´t ventilate it I will explode.

Sorry for mistakes I don´t have anough time to check it up.