The butterflies of the other day flew away and here I am again with these thoughts, the same thoughts that kill me...I was just starting to feel happy and I'm diving again in the cranian magma.
The school is getting weird, more people who smoke, more people who date (i hate this word, i hate it), more projects, thesis, more stress and then less stress. Because for half of the school, it's the last effort before the huge unknown. And for us, first years, it's a summer of uncertainty before another year of deferment (don't know if it's the right word).
I know what I need. Some rice with Maggi. Soon..