OmG, a week seems like forever! It’s was more then horrible without my laptop. The fan got broken and I had to take the laptop to the service to get it fixed. Yeah, the bastards kept it there for more than one week for a crappy fan!!!! Bastards! At least I had plenty of time to read and to think about all kinds of things.

My life is not as pink as it used to be. First of all, I have the crappiest time table ever! Almost all my classes start at 8 in the morning and it’s like yeak! I can’t wake that early!!! I know I can’t… this means I’ll be skipping a lot more classes than I should and that’s not good at all. I know that, in the end, it’s all going to be ok, but oh, the though of waking up that early sends shivers down my spine! Brrrr….

My other MAJOR problem is, of course, Cata. He came back from Italy and we spent two incredible days together [but still no sex - I really think he has issues!]. The problem is that he thinks it’s so very normal to share a room, this semester, with his “best friend” – one of his university colleagues, a girl who likes him Say WHAT?! Over my dead body! Yes, I know I’m overreacting but it’s only his fault that he didn’t look for a place to stay after he got back. He knew the dudette was going to say “ok, you can stay with me for as long as you want” and for him it was perfect. I told him I don’t like the situation, that I won’t accept it and still, he’s there right now. He said it’s going to be for just a few days, but I know him: he’s not going to do a thing about this; he’s going to lie and tell me he’s looking for a place but he can’t find one bla bla bla and, before I know it, the semester will be over. This is where I draw the line. I’m sick and tired of him acting immature and not telling me the whole truth and doing stupid things like these and I’m sick and tired of this distance and all that other crap! I can’t take it anymore. It’s not doing me any good. No, I don’t want him anymore.

Yesterday I was a very bad girl. The old lady invited me AGAIN to have dinner with her and because I can’t say no, I had to go. She literally stuffed me! The food is good, but she always gives me too much to eat. I don’t know why, but she keeps giving me pork! I HATE pork! It’s been years since I last ate pork! Pork makes me sick! I eat only chicken and if it’s necessary I can eat veil, but NOT pork!!!! So, out of the sudden I was confronted with a serious problem: 4 pieces of fried pork were lying on my plate and the old woman was actually expecting me to eat them! Oh, the pain, the horror!!! That filthy meat was on my plate and was waiting for me to eat it! No way in hell!!! When I was preparing to tell the lady that I’m not going to touch the meat, the phone rang. She got up, left the kitchen and started talking on the phone. I knew it was time to act: I grabbed 2 of the 4 pieces of meat, put them in a napkin and then in my pocket. When she came back I was smiling and praising her food. She was prepared to make me eat all the meat, but I told here I simply couldn’t eat anymore and, thank God, she understood. The problem was that I had the meat in my pocket and I was constantly thinking about it. Yeak, yeak, yeak! I could hardly wait to get outside and throw away my “package”. Mum told me not to play with food, but it was a matter of life and death this time

Well, now I’m waiting to start feeling depressed and lonely I know those days are on their way, but, hopefully, I’ll be ok this time, too. It’s easy to end a relationship when you’re feeling angry, because you don’t actually feel anything besides your anger right then, but after awhile, you start to feel the real shit. And you start to ask so many questions: where did all go away? Was this all? I really don’t love him anymore? And the saddest of all: did I really love him?