School. Morning. Waking up. Trying to make something out of myself. Study. Work. Work. Study.

Words I just can't handle at this moment. You want to know the worst part? Easter holiday is not regular one week, it's a weekend. Fri-mon. Now, you want to know the best part? I just found a flightticket to London for 25 bucks. Now obviosly it is Ryanair and I do not want to support them because they do torture their pilots but dude. . . I miss London with every fraction of my tar black soul.