Sunday. Always that punched-in-the-face feeling.

Too much drama going on lately. The new year has started off really crap. So many dreams though, just trying to keep them alive and never stop fighting for them.

If only sunday will pass so it will be a new week so there will be a new weekend so there will be time for daysleeping and late breakfasts and so it can be the end of the month so it can almost be march so I can go back to sweden for a week and get some country-side-air and family hugs and so it will be summer soon so we can have picknicks again and lie down in the grass and discuss wether the clouds are formed as guinea pigs or an airplane and then I'll be ready for everything. Hopefully. If only this sunday will pass.