Three days
Sometimes you just have to make a decision. Especially when you have known the right one for days and just have not had the courage to make it.
This morning I decided to stop with my stressfull and unhealthy trying of finishing my term paper for my 'information processing' course before Monday. On Monday the next semester will start. I have three days left. Three days. Since February I'm not able to relax, not able to feel home, feel safe, be myself. Only for some hours I managed it during the last two months.
It's time to start again. My room looks like a mess. I've only spent the nights here. I have not drawn for ages. I'm afraid of starting again... on the other hand, I'm now sure I cannot live without it.
So many things did happen. Life always goes on, even if you're not able to be yourself. It's not that I havn't managed anything, but at the end of this dreadfull winter semester I was sure I would have great holidays, finally doing things, recovering, finding myself again, being creative, make money, whatever. And it never happened.
Now I have no idea what I did, apart from all the times I cried my eyes out.
Yeah. Anyway.
Three days are left and I decided to hand them over to me as a gift. Let's see if I can handle them.
This morning I decided to stop with my stressfull and unhealthy trying of finishing my term paper for my 'information processing' course before Monday. On Monday the next semester will start. I have three days left. Three days. Since February I'm not able to relax, not able to feel home, feel safe, be myself. Only for some hours I managed it during the last two months.
It's time to start again. My room looks like a mess. I've only spent the nights here. I have not drawn for ages. I'm afraid of starting again... on the other hand, I'm now sure I cannot live without it.
So many things did happen. Life always goes on, even if you're not able to be yourself. It's not that I havn't managed anything, but at the end of this dreadfull winter semester I was sure I would have great holidays, finally doing things, recovering, finding myself again, being creative, make money, whatever. And it never happened.
Now I have no idea what I did, apart from all the times I cried my eyes out.
Yeah. Anyway.
Three days are left and I decided to hand them over to me as a gift. Let's see if I can handle them.