bah.

I really do feel people underestimate me way too much.
And I hate it, somehow.

Don't panic.

Repeating it like a mantra is not enough.
I've got my first real job on Saturday and I'm scared to death.
I had a dream the other night, my pen ran out of ink. I might think about writing with my own blood if it really happens during the job.
Will I do it right?
Will I be able to make my voice sound soft and confident?
Will the message pass?
Will I manage to avoid blushing in front of the audience?

Man, I'm stressed.

friends.

I have drawn a couple of conclusions lately, and they make me physically sick, other than melancholic to the highest possible degree.

I miss the daily dimension of friendship like mad. So far, I thought it was something I could easily do without, but I am not so sure anymore. By this I don't mean that I don't have friends, or that they don't show me their love... this wouldn't be true. I've got a bunch of true, loyal, trustworthy and caring friends who love me and whom I love more than myself.
Yet, they're far away, and we can't always be there for each other. I feel powerless sometimes, when I know someone needs me but I can't get there because of the distance...
However, I really miss, just as I told Dawn the other day "texting each other at the very last second and going out for a pint because there's news that can't wait to be talked about". I miss those "someones" I used to have back in my teenage years, those who grew up with me really and shared the good times and the bad ones, the smiles and the tears.
I know I am partly responsible for the vacuum I find myself drowning in atm; I acted way too impulsively and deep within I probably knew I would be regretting it sooner or later, but it seemed the only right thing to do back then. I was too young and too stupid, probably. I am still young, but apparently life made me a bit more experienced and less stupid than I was at 18.
However, I think something went broken, fell into pieces and can't be fixed anymore.
So sad, so true.
I miss reminiscing with them about how silly we were, I miss beers, I miss being hugged when I was down, I miss laughing and singing in the car, I miss dancing on tables, I miss photos, I miss rollerblading till I couldn't feel my ankles and feet anymore, I miss texting all day long, I miss Paris. I miss so many things and knowing that I'll never get them back hurts so much I can't describe it.
I think I deserve it all, anyway.