The purpose of this entry was just a mere attempt on getting everything out. I sat outside, on my balcony today, and that is something that I don't usually do.
Time is passing through me very quickly and that is bothering me. I will never be 22 years old again., and the worst is that everyone I know is getting through things in life and I'm not by their side.
I've spent the last year working and studying, and with that there's no much time left to be lived. Outside of my job place walls, outside of my university walls.
So, when I sat today, I had to breath just a bit. And when I am breathing a lot of memories come to me, specially of when I was living back in Portugal.
I am missing my family, my friends, my car. Sometimes I do want my old life back just for a second, I just want to be there, not in holidays. Because there's a thing about holidays, they feel great for a split second but then the emptiness grows and the need of getting back to my "actual" house comes with it.
That's what I feel every time I go back home, I feel that I love everything about it but that there is no space for me to go back.
Today I know that I was happy two years ago. I was fortunate enough to have a great life, apart of my psychologic health.
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