Sometimes when I write in english, it feels like I am being more honest with myself. I have absolutly no idea why, but this is just how it is.

I do not remember a time that was better for breathing than now. While walking home and passing some of the most beautiful trees out there, I felt so good it made me want to just go out and do something. Something good, something to make me feel even better. Just a few more weeks until school sets me free.

(מנסה להיות כנה עם עצמי.)