I started too late. But still, i think it’s better this way. I’m running into that problem i always face: i would regret now if i didn’t start at all, but then i wouldn’t know what i missed, so i wouldn’t regret it. Just what am i talking about?

School. No, i don’t mean i just started school—i mean i started doing things at school. Now i would be so glad to do everything: take part in exchange programs, write stuff for whatever needed, do seminars and such… But i can’t. I mean, sure i can, but i only have one year left, and now already a month’s gone.

It will be so strange to get out of this environment i’ve been living in for eleven years now. Just what will it be like? I guess it will be the same. It’s always the same. I fear i’m getting used to changes somewhat too easily.

On the other hand, in the past years i didn’t even know about opportunities like these, or they really didn’t exists at all. And this doesn’t exactly feel good: i want to do so many more things, and i will have to do them without help. I mean, without help from the school i belong to now for over five years.