Exams

can fuck off  :/

what the fuck

happened?!

We were.

Slow dancing in a burning room.

I remember all the feelings

and the day they stopped.
Not.

This'll be the first time in a weeks,

that I'll talk to you and I can't speak, it's been 3 whole days since I've had sleep, cause I dream of her lips on your cheek, and I get the point that I should leave you alone but we both know that I'm not that strong and, I miss the lips that made me fly.

what's the point,

of holding on to something that never gets used?

I'm sleeping.

While you're living. I'll wait, until the stars give in.

These days I can't wait to sleep.

For the fact that there's a chance that you and I might meet during my dreams. I wish I could hold you close, sing "Hallelujah" as the wind blows through your hair as I repeat. "Even if you don't love me in a year, even if we're different in a year. I'll still dream about you in a year."

you know what.

you suck. Why did you even let that happen.

I love you so much.

Can not get over how much I miss you.

wtf blogger, stop being a dick.

PE camp.

was awesome! So tiring, but so, so good!

Kayaking, bike riding, 6:30 wake ups for a run and swim, triathlon of 400m swim, 18km bike ride and 4km run. Beach activities, shit shock, tribes, surfing... woooo :)

Confest.

Mud, dust, tents, hippies, drugs, snoozing, chai, beer, relaxing, "where're the metcards at?!", fire, mi goreng, bacon, animal court, Mr. Badger and Mr Squirrel, (ridiculous) discussions, "Ola!", photos, body painting, not showering, being dirty, swimming in the river, dancing, drums, guitar, singing, rapping, "so was that a fart or...?", naked people, "ohhhhhyeah!", Gypsy Kitchen, that fuckin' fork, ANGUS IS SO CUTE!, Angus is a barn dweller, cushions, laughing, samosas, bucklava, spontaneous choir, silent disco, lack of voice, steam tent, throat singing, ending up with dread locks, and some god damn amazing friends to share it with.

Brilliant.

The hardest part..

is letting go.

It's been 3 months.

Since I got home.

It feels like forever ago.

:(

My grip was tight.

I had it once.

Then my grip weakened and I lost it.

I cleaned my room instead.

Oh well.

That's what happens when you're procrastinating.

So.. clean...

(MY ROOM IS NEVAH CLEAN!) (ever.)

You and I.

Are the same thing, simple, yet we complicate the design.

Today.

I will do homework.

Maybe.

My room is starting to become clean. Suitcases are out, and my desk is clear. 2 steps completed.

Holiday homework next.

And boxes.

It's always there.

Always bothering me, always reminding me. GO AWAY! I can't deal with it any more :(

It doesn't feel real.

So many things are said.

About exchange. It's only when you experience that it all begins to make sense.

Please stop being so immature.

Which way

will you run when it's always all around you?

words.

will never be able to describe those feelings.

School

Is the worst :(

I just.

want to go back.

Being here is weird.

às vezes.

eu acho que nada de esse eh verdade.

Voltei.

Glad to be home. Sad to be gone.