back?
I am still in trouble, but at least I have Internet back.
Nothing to write home about happened. Aniko seems to be busy with another art project. I am trying to figure things out with the program before the next IT club. Strange apathy devours me, and I don't know how to fight it back.
People start feeling depressed in the autumn. For me, it's spring. Everything wakes up, including existential fear and hopelessness.
Aniko is right. I need to find a way to express myself; it makes the burden of feelings easier. But I am not good with anything creative. I am convinced that only metaphorical language can save our sanity when we try to speak about feelings.
But how do I find the perfect language for myself? I wish the answer could come easily.
I haven't seen Michael since the cancelled sleepover. Predictably, we are out of touch too. I hope he's okay.
I have to go. See you later.