I'm leaving to Sydney in exactly two months from today. And today I start my last week in Milan. Isn't it strange? It feels awkward to think I'm not gonna stay in this house from next Monday onwards. Probably I will just realize it later in August when I'll be dead tired and bored of the countryside. I hope coming back there will have a healing power over my mind. I'm a wreck. These past couple of months have been very hard cos I was not quite used to studying this much. I know I could've done much better, but anyway, this is it. I'm not complaining. I don't care too much actually. Just wanna get it over with.
Yesterday I was taking a short break and I listed all the people I'd like to say bye to before next Monday. There are quite a few. Mainly exes, but also some bitches from university who I've not been too much in touch with lately and I'd like to hang out with. I don't know if I'll manage to see them all but I'll try to.
O. is leaving on Wednesday to Argentina. Good riddance! Kidding! LOL... I'm sure she's gonna love it there. I had the time of my life in Iceland, so why shouldn't she like it in Buenos Aires? I really hope she's gonna think clearly about herself and her life which I dare say is pretty fucked up. I know what she might need. Hope she'll figure it out by herself.
It's weird cos something is gonna change soon and it's clear it might take forever before things are gonna be the same as now. I mean, me living in Milan, taking exams. Honestly I hope my future looks much brighter with this respect. I'm done here. Actually I still have an exam, let me think... uhmm... tomorrow!!! I had better get started then.
Now I'm overwhelmed with things that urgently need to be done. In 7 days I'll be doing absolutely nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G. I'm gonna kill myself. Everyone is at the seaside. Everyone is on vacation. I just wanna sleep peacefully for some days. Maybe some place where the temperature doesn't reach 40°. It'd be nice. I can't stand cos the chair is so sticky it has become an intrinsic part of my ass. I hate humidity. I hate July. Useless useless month.
Yesterday Laura and some friends came visit. I was in the library so I didn't see them much. Basically they just crept in late at night and slept on the floor after they'd returned from a concert. L. is leaving to Hungary next Sunday. I wanna go bungee jumping next Saturday. There's a nice high bridge one hour from Milan, very close to Biella. We promised each other years ago that we would do it together. I can't wait.
I should really go study now. One last step.
