I'm going to school for a week again now. It doesn't feel any different but at the same moment it does.
It's my final year. I belong to the "old ones" at school. I'm going to write my final, big exams in April and May, my last real school day is in March. And then ... well. Around October the first University semester starts.
I hope that this year is going to be a bit different. My two best friends and me decided to meet once a week outside of school to get used to it so it will be easier to meet when school is over. I want to be a bit freer, I don't want to be strapped by school. I know that it will be different in two months anyway but right now I feel good and am in a good mood. I'm very hopeful.
I'm in a mood on which I wait for what will happen to me. I let it come to me. And then I want to deal with it with less emotion. I don't again want to get sick of the things I have to do. I know that it will be over someday, someday near, that there are going to be other stressful times but that I'm also going to have summer again. That there will be sun and light and silence and pleasant talks and writing and feeling good. I know this right now, in this moment, and I really hope that I will still know it in a month. I really do.
I need to have this feeling more often.
I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and I have to say that I love it. And I've became sad because there isn't the film realise date for Germany on IMDb and I wonder if it's ever going to be published in Germany. I've also seen Snow White and The Huntsman in which Charlize Theron is just gorgeous.
I really enjoyed them. I set them on the list.
And he wrote me and now we're talking again. Although it seemed as if he didn't want to talk to me anymore last weekend. And I've been peeved at him and refused to message him. But now he started our conversation. And I feel good again.



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