amywelling

I've been in a very weird mood. Miss my dad, traveling and My Chemical Romance. This is probably the reaosn why I'm making so much sketches related to that band. I enjoy the things the ex member are making on different scenes, but miss the feeling at gigs.

I'm so happy today. Despite the distance, I've learned a lot lately. I've bought some interesting books too. I miss my family, but I'm meeting lots of cool people who make this adventure a better experience.

I've not slept in three days. I feel so tired, my body needs a relief and my soul wants a respite. To sum up, in despite of the exertion I make to feel better, I perfectly know I am not okay, I do not feel good. Last Friday, after three years of hard work at research and after six months of corrections and lots of stress, I ended the correction of my thesis, an exhaustive inquiry that until that day had represented the pride: all my courage was there. However, the happiness disappeared next morning, when I turned on the computer and I discovered that all had ended. I found out that my favorite rock band had broken up. I laughed out so hard,