Character: Julia

- Yes

And what would it be?
- Ah... Onion soup. God, you haven't left yet...
- No! Don't cut the onion in half, cut whole rings. Let me show you.
- Wait to pester me start, Yes? I'll kick you in the head.
- To you?!? Ha! Haha. Who is the head vzbredet. Woman, see how cut up an onion!

If I decided to do what I naturally do not think, - but suppose, now, that I lost, I die now?
You have deprived himself of all pleasures: friendship, love, rye bread and skiing, said psihopat.
And global warming (this is I told him), avian flu, the subway bombings, the Third world, the guy who's gonna leave me, and exams to which I do not want to prepare, and nightmares in which dad, mom and Tom fall, holding hands, and all around I glasses and bottles, shouting, terrified people, screaming kids and hang out discarded oxygen mask.

The dying man irrevocably removes himself from the frame. Naturally, I went on Internet forums suicide. Thought find like-minded people, but it was just disgusting. Many younger than me, and the reasons that push them to death, absolutely no. They are not Mature enough to want to die for real. Or do they MOPE, do not understand why, or they got dumped, or they were impatient to revenge their parents, which they see, not understand. Death it's so romantic, in death there is greatness, it seems, it can be the beginning of something or even revenge to someone, these jerks have no idea about what overworked. Kindergarten, pants with straps.

In a gloomy Outlook on life is, as it turned out, a plus: now I have a much easier nice to hit.

I eat mostly in the restaurant, Holmenkollen. No strength to go to shop, to cook. <...> My boss always greets with a smile. And strips look when he thinks I don't see it. But the discount sure makes. You may think it's important to me. As soon as you get your license, it will crush and disappear from the scene. Hitting with extreme prejudice, as they say.

Plans for the new year, I have only one: to try to die. Don't know really how to do it. Traditional methods such Moore. All of these hang himself, shoot himself, and the like. Fu, vulgar and vulgar. It is best to break on the plane. But they, unfortunately, bangs are not often. Except in Africa to go? But it's such a hassle... Well, think again.

Yesterday morning came back Krzysztof. It's a curious time. And then went to lay the tile. This, too, I was somewhat puzzled, so I stopped him and reminded that we have today is a New year and that on the occasion of at least the tile is not put, and he said that even as put, they have in Poland is common, but I didn't believe him and invited him to the restaurant Holmenkollen ordered the wine, thanked him for the gift, admitted that such beautiful music is not heard in a long time, and he immediately, barely holding back tears, said his girlfriend found somebody else, and he thought I said it all year that sticks out in Norway are women, said I, and that for such arrogance, to believe that you can be absent, sleep on the floor with an ashtray right under the pillow, and she'd known somewhere in the Polish countryside and wait like a stupid cow.
I like it when men are desperate and crying.

... we treat death with a terrible reverence and so sorry for all who suffered loss. Type - Oh, death. DEATH. Well, a Fig yourself type.

The dead of the drum, which he figure.

... horse riding heals almost everything, according to Constance, I will sit in the saddle, I will absolutely not care, how many relatives I lost and how it happened, because the horse, its warmth and power, its cereals and other parts of the body (list attached) immediately to heal me and return to life, of course, I asked how often horses fall through the ice on a pond of Bogstadveien and sink - straight with its rider, Constance muttered that this never happened and I of course asked what for to me then to go to such lengths, and she looked at me, his eyes larimi with pity in response, I looked at her, his larimi, with a deeper pity, in short, for a long time we stared at each other, as two grieving deer, each of which is infinitely pubescence sorry friend, then Constance finally figured out that I'm bullied, and jumped out of the car...

You can't live with ghosts of the past, otherwise you might lose even now, not to mention the future.

What's your house idiotic like this? Even to slam the door not!

Touches me, and close friends of suicide victims, when they say that there was nothing to indicate such an outcome. Late to the end behaved perfectly normal, they say. This is especially deepens the tragedy of the tragedy and turns the deceased into a mystical personality which no one can comprehend until the end. And relatives does not remain anything else how to accept that what happened cannot be explained in a reasonable manner. The reasons which led the deceased to choose death, will remain forever obscure to others.