This diary for me is something like the boofer zone (I"ll check if it right terminology ) between my soul worries and Andrew's notebook.
Actually, I am a 23 old year girl/adolescent/teenager/ youth/ (omg!) woman with nothing stabile in my life.
I don't have those type of education with which I can work without any doubts, I don't have my own сorner where I could live alone or with somebody, I can not work, actually (this is one of the most hatefull things!), I don't know where and whom I need to be, I don't know WILL I BE MARRYED AT ALL?
Yeah, I know, he made me a proposal, but, frankly speeking, what this proposal about? "I want to be with you. Someday. But not in this year. And not in the next. But someday."
I Think that something like this.
Yesterday, he told me the key-phrase: familly life could be an obstacle in science career, and now he needs to work for the sake of our bright future.
So, I made a conclusion, that I don't know can we be together in the next two years. I have a bad mood, but I am not in panic. May be, because I have this sacramental thoughts that everyting is going to be very great. But, actually, no. I don't have.