Once again I am sick. Spain doesn't agree with me too much. I don't really miss Canada anymore. I read that my friends are ice-skating and skiing and snowboarding. And I'd like to do that too. And of course I'd like to see them. But I am here. Until further notice. Not more optimistic than usual, not more pesimistic either. Exams begin soon and I think no one is ready. I have no money to fly to Germany to visit Elia. I can't go out because of my eyes, which force to stay under a blanket the whole day. There is something in me that refuses to learn Old English and makes turn away every time I read it. This Monday I have an interview which will decide my future. I hate interviews. I am very bad at them.
I am just waiting for spring to come. To be able to lie on the grass. Look at the clouds. Hide away my coat and the scarves and the hats. Go to Paris. Be even sillier than usual. Envy the birds and the trees and the flowers. I want to be innocent again. Clean and pure.
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