Well, half of my worst year ever has already passed. It end it up better than I was expecting. My sweet little boy and my “chicken-mother” helped me a lot, probably without them I wouldn’t be capable of handle it until now. I only have a week for holiday, but it’s better than nothing, and I miss this feeling of “don’t have anything to worry about”: just rest and DO NOTHING. I’m going to hang out with my boyfriend, read stuff in the internet, or maybe pick a random book and enjoy it. I’ll probably take pictures and walk with my girls. I’m pretty happy, and I really hope this happiness stays for a long time. However, I know it’s going to be very hard... Travelling by train every day, run to catch the bus, wake up very early and arrive home very late. Fuck it, I just need to keep focus and reach my goal: leave this awful course and go to that one I always wanted.