7.7.11
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4.7.11
Personal 2
Having my busticket in my hand. Next week I return to Brussels.
This week will be about saying goodbye to all the friends I have here, in Hungary. Luckily, Budapest is the city of parties without controll. Not like I would have so much in times like these, when theres nothing left to lose
This week will be about saying goodbye to all the friends I have here, in Hungary. Luckily, Budapest is the city of parties without controll. Not like I would have so much in times like these, when theres nothing left to lose
3.7.11
Personal 1
There's a week left and I return to Brussels. After partiing a semester, without responsibilities, I'll start to work for 8 month. I'll go to Belgium and New York.
I made my return forgettable with help of alcohol and other drugs, including friends. Im happy to move back and disappear. If I would need to stay here, I would go crazy.
There are more and more girls (my friends) who come to me randomly and apologise for being one of the hundred girls with who my exboyfriend cheated me.
It's ridiculous that we broke up because he blamed me for cheating him (I never did) and after not speaking for long months, I have to get to know the opposite like that. There is no more to say. He's not worth to think about him. I hope this 8 months will intoxicate not just my body (less parties) but also my soul.
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