Fiction #2

and so it does continue, almost a year later. And, joder, what a year it was! Oooojj, craaaa-zy shit;) the amplitudes of sucky and awesome has increased ten fold, I learned an incredible amount and once again, of course, am not the same me. Embarking on my new adventure is a bit weird: I am enjoying life and having loads of fun, for the first time in 11 years I have something exciting to come back to- so why not let myself come back to it? I guess I'm just a bit afraid of being lonely, of needing to put in that effort again to figure out the people, the what of Poli I should show, cause all of Poli is not an easy thing to comprehend for those who are not used to Polies. Isn't that the exciting part though? The unknown, the unexpected, the unpredictable and the unbounded? Hello, adventure!
--> 1.5 hours later
Funny, I just realised that after 3.5 hours of flying from st. Petersburg, I am beginning to forget my prior attitude, I suppose it's because I've been alone with it for too long.