Yes, it's about time to grow up, finally. The less they know, the better it is. It may be true, but sometimes it doesn't help. So now I am officially stupid, hello the new me, I have what I've wanted. I've got blonde to seem less smart and it worked, soo funny. Even too much, I suppose.

 Everything's in the greatest order, but I feel a bit lonley having no one to talk to actually. Making new relationships requires loads of time.
I didn't even think that I will ever miss somebody from where I live, or rather where I have lived, because I feel like I don't live there anymore. I miss them as fuck. As fucking fuck. I don't know how they are, what are they doing know. And they know nothing about me too. That's really sad. But I have to survive these 3 weeks. Then I'll come home. But is it still my home? Could I call a place where I am only once in a month or two a home? If home is not a place but a state, I guess I'm homeless. I finally understood this phrase for real, I suppose.

 I didn't want to write much in here, but that's unfortunately the only place where I can request for help and anyone could hear that. But maybe today is just the day when I feel exhausted after all these months of genuine grin on my face. But even though, missing people is a terrible feeling, wish you all will never feel the same.

Don't read that.

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