Ah yesh - this has been quite an extrordinary month. Oh-so-funny and yet-so-depressing at the same time. There's been loads and yet loads of parties with happy people, drunk people, depressed people, lonely people and much-about-ordinary people too. There's been the exams with everything included. There's been Paris with Oskar and Robin, there's been "Up North" with Mom, there's been Böle with Robin, Hanna and Karoline. There's been Magic, film-nights, reading, crying, smiling, missing, going apart, thinking and much about everything. I've never felt as stressed as I have during this past month - extending even until now. How can it be that when I find myself in my own country, my own city, my own family with my own friends I just feel lost even though I definitely know my way around. There are times I feel like this is nothing but hipocrisy - why all these fake smiles from people who really wants to do nothing else than to spit at you or just walk
