I guess after 3 years of not writing anything and just popping in to fave some random art pieces i don't think I even belong here, nor that I ever did anyway..

So why am I writing anyway? Its a Sunday and I desperately do not want to sleep. A lot has happened in these three years if I think about it, but describing all of these will take ages

I finished high school. Or at least I think I did. It would be quite embarrassing to come back in November for retakes, but i think i will redo my maths course- I failed it miserably.

I went to Paris with my two closest friends. Paris greeted us with a sunny face. We literally walked our feet off, but it was so worth it. We've seen the Opera Garnier, and even peeked into the auditorium, shopped, ate little sweet cakes in the Grande Mosque of Paris, admired the beauty of Notre Dame, got bored in the Museum of modern art (red rhinos are just not my thing), ate a lot of French bread and crepes, and even managed to be late for our train to Brussels because we took the wrong metro. Then we also found out that the next train from Brussels home will come at six in the morning. The week was full of adventures, I wish we could go there again.

Well.. Quite depressing for a first journal entry in three years. I'm quite pleased that noone reads it

Good night.