I guess I have to start to write my journals in English. Using my mother language is kinda egoistic.
About the previous post: I managed to write the lyrics and arrive at the rehearsal of Skyanger, I growled almost continously for like an hour, but they didn't call back. At first I was quite upset. By now I've already got over it.
But life would be too perfect without problems and disappointments, right? Right now, I'm sitting on my bed in my dorm, eating poorly tasting instant noodles, having my leg in a cast, trying to accustom myself with thoughts that my best friend has definitely ended his relationship with me, and another good pal hadn