I am doing good.

I found an apartment.

Nice people. 2 biologists. 2 dogs. A little bit more than 2 hundred euros. 2 years to go.


I need to go to the doc in the next days but no worries, I haven't got enough money, so I won't go until monday.

Don't ask me in what mood I am right now, I can only tell that I am confused. Maybe because of "The Prestige" I watched some minutes ago, maybe because of how things turned out in the last couple of days.


I am very happy about my new room, perhaps a little bit too happy, and I am content with me. I feel like everything will be allright, I don't need to worry about anything soon, it will all turn out good.






You know, I am not a person that listens much too news or what's going on. The reason is so simple, but probably not so easy to understand. I worry too much than. Honestly if I look at the world, I worry how this should all go on and when it all will end.

I simply can't bear it.