I always have something to say when i’m down. I need to wait for five more days and then i’m starting my new life. Now i’m living back with my parents, in small room cluttered with furniture, books, computers, plants, tv, shoe boxes, cds, dvds, totoro, slippers, lamps, yoga mat, cables… the stuff has more right to my room then i do. but that is why i’m trying not to be in. i take long walks and listen to a lot of music (Arctic Monkeys’ “Favorite Worst Nightmare” is the latest favourite and some Hot Chip remixes). i write my feelings into a notebook. just some sentences like (wish i could find that notebook now)… “I’m having weird dreams” or “I have these constant yearnings”.