I moved to a new place last Sunday. It is a bit away from the city center. Not everything is great right now. I feel like I have a lot of things to worry about. I also worry about time, which I don’t have much left. I have dreams.. It feels impossible to achieve them, but I see my progress, it is just a little bit slow. 

I love my solitude. I am so comfortable with silence. I wish I had some right now. I’m trying hard to be positive but I guess I need to stop being a perfectionist. I fail some things, I need to accept it.. And some things are actually exciting right now. But not knowing what tomorrow brings makes me stressed all the time.

Everything is going to be ok. It must be..

(in my bed, in the countryside, with no light outside)