Countdown

It's only one day left. One day, and then I'm free.

Noone to hold me back. Except for myself perhaps... Often, the only person who tends to stand in your way is yourself. But I have already decided not to trip on my own feet, so I'm leaving for Barcelona in eight months. Until then: work, work, work!

One day. After twelwe years in school... It's completely surreal, and very bittersweet. Unlike many others I really like my classmates and my school. It has, so far, been the best three years of my life. It's a bit sad to leave it behind. I have so many memories that I'm actually afraid to lose some of them. They're all very precious to me (even the bad ones).

Let's hope even better times lies ahead though. All the new memories, love and friends.

Yes, that is what I will hope and wish for.

However, this is my last chance to be the out-and-out ignorant teenager and hopeless dork I've always been and watch Harry P and the prisoner of Azkaban.

Over and out.