Ok, fuck all those emotional doubts of insecurity. I'm positive. I am in love.

Today has been...well, good, by this week's standards, but on the other side, this has been the worst week in...as long as I can remember, anyway. I missed the first class this morning, like I've done every day for the whole week. When I finally got to school, I just sat in the cafeteria drinking coffee for an hour. That was nice. A little calm, some time to be for myself, that was all I needed. And the rest of the day was ok, I guess... Had a little jam session with a couple of friends, we have a gig in a week. That'll be really fun. I love my friends.

The way home was...strange. Me and Martin waited for our train, it was an hour late due to the extreme snow storm here. It's funny, two days ago I could walk around in my t-shirt (but that's just me, I handle cold weather really well), and today it's way below zero, like -20° C, and it's been snowing all day, huge snowflakes (which was wonderful this morning, it would've been perfect if I would've had someone to chare it with...), and heavy winds making the biting cold even worse. So we stood there and hugged each other for an hour, trying to stay warm. Finally, the train came...

The way home from the train was lonely. There I was, all alone, stumbling, one foot at a time, trying to get home. With my worn out clothes, my hood over my head, feeling really sick and cold. Like a beggar without a voice, like a homeless person coming from nowhere, walking into endless oceans of nothingness. The wind and the snow in my face, slowly turning me to ice. Stripes of hair already icy because of my breath. Finally reaching the final destination, my home.

When I got home, my mom had made pancakes for me.

La Quiete makes the most wonderful music ever.

Alright, I'm off to take a bath now. So long!