I passed my exam, which gave me a pretty good feeling about myself. I still got 2 left.
This weekend I'm reading one of Haruki Murakami's books. He is a pretty cool Japanese writer and I like him already. And I'm still working on my own book. Last night I was looking at pics, trying to get myself into the right mood, so I could finish my chapter about Paris. But there are things that are so difficult to write about, I'm trying to remember all the details, all what was said and done, and I have to admit that it makes me a little uncomfortable to think about. I know the feelings have to be real, that's why I'm taking the walk down the memory lane, even though I prefer not to. I prefer to forget.
It's turning into a real struggle, but I'm still sure that it's worth every sad moment I'm having. Every hopeless thought and every single doubt. At least I'm not making things up, it's all 100 % true.
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