It makes you want to write, but there are no words for what I feel.
I lost my grandmother. Sorrow is great, even if it is just to have known, that this will ever happen. I just was not thinking about that now still.
I'm too stressed out from studying, volunteer myself of harvested hommista and finding work placements. It seems that here there was nothing.
I'm like divided - another me running so fast, that the thoughts keep
up and the other is sleeping under duvets in winter sleep. Tomorrow is the exam, I try to calm down and keep myself together so that I could read, and yet I would go for the exam itself. The heart beats too fast, and I can not get it any assistant
