Yeah... I know... I didn't post a journal for years. But anyway, I have big doubts about if someone noticed this. As I have also doubts that somebody loses time to read my journals. Mainly because I also rarely read journals. But anyway. Here I am, taking a rest from studying, and writing a journal. And even if I'm writing to nowere, well, I don't really care. I'm in Maastricht now. It's raining. I'm really tired of this weather. Always grey. Always... Discusting. I didn't sleep this night. I got out with a friend and came back early to get a good sleep but my organism refused to take adwantage of my good will. And there I was, going in a train at six of the morning, completelly dazed, watching the grey sky through rainy windows... Then another meaningless lesson in dutch (they are suposed to speak english but as I'm the only unfortunate to be born outside the Netherlands in the class, they speak their language, and only somtimes put there some english words in between to have a excuse for keeping cosideration for themselves as "international" and "open" country). I can't wait to go to Portugal, and finally see the sun and some clear blue sky. I need it.