I need summer, I need a break. But I don't want to leave my friends for the stupid guys of my residence that I would have to see every day because of going to the pool. They really get on my nervs, this could sound mean, I've tried to be friendly but it's stronger than me. Anyway, it doesn't matter 'cause I have plans for every day of every weekend until the end of the school year. I'm not going to stop until I'm forced to it. And in some way I feel that there's a huge thing ending. Like, I'm going to the States. A whole year. A whole year without my usual friends, my family, the everyday routine, the little everyday things that make you smile... All that stuff is gonna be over, and soon. And seeing the persons you love so much is gonna end too. Dude, it's gonna be weird, like really, really weird. I also can't stop thinking about the things I want to do this summer, I've even made a list, but it's such a non-realistic list there's no point in posting it.
By the way, I've made myself a tumblr: my tublr.
I can't help but feeling pesimistic right now, which is awful.