I am not followed and I am lucky

When I started this blog, the great thing seemed to write my way to crowds of worshippers and win the recognition. As no one even noticed my pieces of art (!), instead of disappointment, a brilliant idea crossed my mind – I can be anonymous and have the place to store private thoughts. Welcome to our world, my dairy.
Today, I’ve understood how hard to be an emancipated woman. The problem is my old car. To tell the truth, it’s the newest and finest car in the world for me. It took only 7 months of saving each dollar and ignoring holidays and life amenities to buy a 10-year-old small car. At last I got it. The later 7 months have been spent on repair-repair-repair. Today I’m fed up with this. I curse my dream that stole a year of my precious time and health.

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