yesterday I walked bare feet from the park to my house; I had my shoes in one hand and the umbrella in the other; no one stared; some smiled; the pavement was wet and cold; I liked it
I can’t seem to pull myself together and really study. I just read whole paragraphs and then I stop and think about what I’d just read and I can’t remember
I’ve been listening only to Kumm, uRMa and Byron this week; I need to hear his voice, I want to hear his voice. I need to get over this stupid crush
can’t say that I’m looking forward to going back to Bucharest. Of course there are people whom I’m dying to see and spend time with, but it’s really cosy here and uRMa likes it better cause it’s not that hot as in Bucharest
sometimes I feel I’m an awful child, that I don’t deserve my parents, that I’m a spoiled brat, that I’ll never be able to take care of them if they are in need
I haven’t talked to her for such a long time… I don’t know what I really feel about her anymore; she used to be my very special friend and now…
I can hardly wait to start work again; I miss working with books!
there are days I don’t leave the house at all; I don’t want to see, hear, talk to other people; and I’m not depressive!
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