It feels like home...and I could say, like Christmas too, even if it isn't anymore the Home(house) I knew it like home and I still know it. Only that my soul is sick. Not much..but it is..Maybe someone will figure out a way to stop the bleeding..if not, it will bleed on and on..till it will stop and heal alone.
Some moments are ok..I'm feeling happy with everything is going on around me..but again comes that "pressure" I was talking about in another post and I'm in mood for nothing. I just wait for the Christmas to come and celebrate this holiday and then Go. Sometimes, like now, I just want to go in that trip and never come back here, in this circumstances..and to remain there, in another country,with other people dear to me and in other surrounding..but I have to think positive and wait for the next year to come, pass some months and if everything will be fine, to Go again, this time for good, not in a trip.
