Being at home is not too bad this time. Of course we had a minor religion-related quarrel, but apart from that everything is relatively nice. Hopefully this won’t change within next 3-4 days before I go to Berlin. Can’t wait to go, to see my dear S. and the city I live rather close to, but have never visited. I’ve always been lazy. Always finding excuses for not doing things even though those excuses were very lame. I’ve just always been scared of things. And of my parents. Mostly.
Even now, when I’m almost 24yo, they think/want to think wherever I go I go with girls, I don’t drink too much, don’t smoke and never go back home alone, never too late at night. I have to give them the address or phone number.. I have to call or txt every day and report if I’m still alive. Sensible, yes, but how annoying!
