One month... feels like a year!
This is kinda wierd. Sometimes it feels like time's flying but others like I still have to wait for a year to leave this city... It's a very strange feeling, combined with happiness and absolute panic.
I went to have a beer this evening with Junior. We talked a lot about how disappointed we are at many things, you know, the city, lack of money, same people, same story... Nothing happens in this goddamn land! Beers don't taste the same. I can't sleep at night and in the morning I don't want to get up. It feels like I'm working my ass off for nothing, you know? I mean, am I not leaving within a month? So why should I care? I just don't care anymore. I haven't for a long time but now it's unbearable.
I think things will be better the moment I get to SP, because it won't be the actual thing but it won't be POA either.
I don't know, just feeling a little melancolic before traveling. The anticipation is killing me!!!


