Jun 21, 2011 09:48
Reading myself is so weird.. it feels as if it was some total stranger. I don't write like me, if that is plausible. Phuuu, I won't even try to enumerate all the things that happened since last time. Now I just felt like posting even if I have nothing to say or rather I'm not in the mood for gathering my thoughts and say something that makes sense. I've even been at two MUCC concerts since tha last time I wrote!^^ It was long ago...
Tomorrow we're moving out of the dorm, I've finished my exams last week. And 13th July off to Finland for one and a half month... working, though it won't be much money. Needless to say, I'm fucking frightened. And I also got the Erasmus so another half year in Finland from January (if all goes well...I should say instead, if all goes according to plan). Hate being constantly stressed. I cannot even be happy that this year's over and I can rest finally. Because I can't. There are so many things I don't want to think about but just can't do anyithing about it. All right, my time is up.
(Anyway, fate or luck is such a bastard, if I knew that when I... or I've just got good premonitions, not that it makes the whole thing any better.)
Yeah, keep on living! There's not much besides that that I can do now.