Essays are handed in
Suitcase is packed.
The sun is shining.
That means one final night with the library crew,
but with one big difference,
we won't be in the library!

I'm excited to go home,
but I'm gonna miss this place.

It's not that bad

I just wanted to say the magic words.

Because no matter how stressful this time of year is.

Three major deadlines within one week.

It's stressful, it's horrible, it's borderline inhumane.

But still.

Despite all this.

I think of the past week,

and it's been long days in the library.

It's been hard work.

But still.

There's been so much laughter.

There's been so many stupid conversations.

There's been so much happiness.

There's been so many friends.

When all this is over.

When I stand there with my degree.

These are the days I will remember,

and look back at with a smile on my face.

The long, difficult hours in the library.

With good, lovely, amazing friends helping me through it.

We keep each other sane,

or we help to make each other crazy.

No matter what,

we're in it together.

And I love them for it,

every single one.

Effie

It used to be the day of darkness.

It's not anymore.

It's still quite a sad day though,

reminds me of how much I miss you.

And how much my life has changed since that day.

7 years. 6 months.

Nothing will ever be like it used to.

Why am I doing this?

I really should stop reading what you write.

It only brings pain and bad memories.

And fyi, I didn't dump you. You turned your back on me.

Which pushed me over the edge once and for all.

Just to let you know.

Finding a balance

It's that feeling.

Of having wonderful days surrounded by beautiful people.

And then having dark nights, filled with monsters.

It feels like I'm not allowed to take the happiness with me when I switch off the lights.

Well...

What can I say?

It clearly isn't over....

Which kind of sucks.

But then again,

what was I expecting?

It's like it's saying:

Did you really think you were rid of me?

And then laughs,

right in my face,

really loudly.

Here we go again

It's kind of scary,

how comfortable this feeling is,

how familiar it is.

It's been with me all day,

and I've just let it be there.

Without even trying to fight.

Some days,

some days you just have to let it come.

Right?

That doesn't meen it will be like before,

it's just one day.

Please let it be just one day...

I don't want to have to run away...

Photo taken in northern Mexico on the way to the US.

No roots

Somewhere out there's a dream that's not forgotten

But this world is never stopping for me

But I will try and I will keep on trying

I set my goals there's no denying

Never stop fighting

For What I believe

Many people will come and go

Many faces long lost you know

Many fights many makeups

Many kisses, too many breakups

I got no roots they're not set in stone

I got no place that I call home

I'm just a low low lonely soul

I got no roots they're not set in stone

I got no place that I call home

I'm just a low low lonely soul

And the time will come when the day is done

And the fighting's over the race is run

I don't know what I'm looking for

And this life I lead it's a curious thing

But I can't deny the happiness it brings

I don't know what I'm looking for

Many people will come and go-o-o

Many faces long lost you know

I'm just a low low lonely soul

Nothing like a bit of Amy Macdonald to get me through all these articles on EU's foreign policy.